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You have an oval face, gold-flecked jade eyes, a small nose and dimples accented by a pair of dark seordstone talons. Your red-streaked black hair is long and wavy, and is worn in a deceptively careless-looking arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some chitinous blade spider barbs fashioned into a crown. You have fair skin and a slender figure. |
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You are a bit over average height for a Human. |
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A triangular smoke grey diamond adorned with an intaglio striking scorpion nestles at the top of your forehead, brightened by faint, darting sparkles deep within the gem. |
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You appear to be an adult. |
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You have an elaborate arrangement of piercings in the flesh surrounding both of your eyes. Polished jade rings form an unbroken procession along the brow and cheekbones to create a dramatic effect that is enhanced with thin interwoven lengths of gold chain. |
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Your left hip has a tattoo of a Harawep's Pawn spider bearing sharp fangs drenched in venom. |
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''Chaos, it's always about chaos. My mind is nothing but chaos and for a long time that's all it's been. There are sometimes calms before the storm, but it is never easy to be me. It is not something anyone would want to do lightly. To walk in my shoes, to hear the whispers, the words not spoken directly to me. So much chaos. This life I chose, it was of my own doing. Not one person forced me to be what I am, perhaps they drove me to be what I am. Harsh words come and go but I never forget.'' |
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''Brash, impulsive, cruel, all words I've been accused of being. It was a steep plunge off of that cliff, but my path is my own, my work is my own. There is one light in it all, one moment when the chaos calms. He is the calm in the center of my chaos. It may be hard to understand, how that can be, how can I have a calm in the storm. Once in a lifetime it happens and you have to make sure you never let go. He is my person. He has always been and he will always be...'' |
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''Never letting go of chaos sinks you into a storm that swirls around you like a neverending hurricane. The calm inside the center of the chaos, at times gets swept away. It's not a thing that's expected, but through unknown expectations sometimes comes a solid center. The storm still raged, even with the solid center that came.'' |
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'''It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time - the mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.''''' |
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'''''She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.''''' |
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'''I've proved my point. I've demonstrated there's no difference between me and everyone else! All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed |
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― Alan Moore, Batman: The Killing Joke |
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Latest revision as of 13:53, 13 June 2020
| Zehira Al'thor | |
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| Status | Active |
| Race | Human |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Necromancer |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Agalea |
You are Ershta Zehira Al'thor, Death Dealer of Velaka, a Human.
Chaos, it's always about chaos. My mind is nothing but chaos and for a long time that's all it's been. There are sometimes calms before the storm, but it is never easy to be me. It is not something anyone would want to do lightly. To walk in my shoes, to hear the whispers, the words not spoken directly to me. So much chaos. This life I chose, it was of my own doing. Not one person forced me to be what I am, perhaps they drove me to be what I am. Harsh words come and go but I never forget.
Brash, impulsive, cruel, all words I've been accused of being. It was a steep plunge off of that cliff, but my path is my own, my work is my own. There is one light in it all, one moment when the chaos calms. He is the calm in the center of my chaos. It may be hard to understand, how that can be, how can I have a calm in the storm. Once in a lifetime it happens and you have to make sure you never let go. He is my person. He has always been and he will always be...
Never letting go of chaos sinks you into a storm that swirls around you like a neverending hurricane. The calm inside the center of the chaos, at times gets swept away. It's not a thing that's expected, but through unknown expectations sometimes comes a solid center. The storm still raged, even with the solid center that came.
It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time - the mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.
She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.
You're right. I am a monster. And I've done bad. I've done things you can't even imagine. Horrible, evil, messy things. And I've loved every damn minute. So thank you, for reminding me who I really am.
I've proved my point. I've demonstrated there's no difference between me and everyone else! All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed
― Alan Moore, Batman: The Killing Joke