Doryani
In my youth, all I wanted was power. I was the smartest. The sharpest. I rose to prominence on sheer force of will. Once I became the right hand of Queen Atziri, I realised that the system of merit I believed in was an illusion. Knowledge and science were merely ruthless tools for the nobles in their mad quest for eternal dominion. I had no {power.} I was a slave. From then on, I spent every spare moment secretly pursuing ways to save my people. I placated Atziri and the nobles by day, but fought a war against death itself by night. The flesh. The soul. Machinery. Time itself. No possibility was left unexplored. If all else failed… that is what the Cuachic Vault was for. Should the entire world be ravaged by the Cataclysm, some Vaal would still remain, deep in the most remote mountain. The final and most desperate contingency…