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Drawing of Zehira by the player of [[Delani]] |
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Ershta Zehira Al'thor, |
You are Ershta Zehira Al'thor, Death Dealer of Velaka, a Human. |
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You have an oval face, ears accented by some animite earstuds dangling night black butcherbirds, unflinching and hardened lurid saffron eyes, a sprite bone set with duskbloom sapphires piercing the septum of her nose and dimples accented by some slender erythraean-hilted stilettos. Your red-streaked void black hair is hip length and wavy, and is worn in a haphazard tangle bound by some platinum-chased strands of vela'tohr-carved zoetia beads. You have a ghastly scar on the left arm, pasty white skin painted to look like it is drenched in clotting blood and a partially dried gore and a delicate array of tiny crimson poppies following the lines of a sleek, sylphlike figure. |
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You are captivatingly compact for a Human. |
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A nightmare black top hat rests askew on your head, slanting over one eye. |
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A single black-and-white card juts jauntily from the shadesatin band. |
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Your left wrist has a tattoo of a crimson eye surrounded by a black sphere.'' |
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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 |
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'''They fear monsters. They run from them. Sometimes the world no longer needs a hero. Sometimes what it needs... is a monster''' |
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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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“MEMORY'S SO TREACHEROUS. ONE MOMENT YOU'RE LOST IN A CARNIVAL OF DELIGHTS, WITH POIGNANT CHILDHOOD AROMAS , THE FLASHING NEON OF PUBERTY, ALL THAT SENTIMENTAL CANDY-FLOSS ... |
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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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THE NEXT , IT LEADS YOU SOMEWHERE YOU DON'T WANT TO GO... |
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...SOMEWHERE DARK AND COLD, FILLED WITH THE DAMP, AMBIGUOUS SHAPES OF THINKS YOU'D HOPED WERE FORGOTTEN. |
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MEMORIES CAN BE VILE, REPULSIVE LITTLE BRUTES. LIKE CHILDREN, I SUPPOSE. HAHA. |
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BUT CAN WE LIVE WITHOUT THEM? MEMORIES ARE WHAT OUR REASON IS BASED UPON. IF WE CAN'T FACE THEM, WE DENY REASON ITSELF! |
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ALGHOUGH, WHY NOT? WE AREN'T CONTRACTUALLY TIED DOWN TO RATIONALITY! |
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THERE IS NO SANITY CLAUSE! |
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SO WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF LOCKED ONTO AN UNPLEASANT TRAIN OF THOUGHT, HEADING FOR THE PLACES IN YOUR PAST WHERE THE SCREAMING IS UNBEARABLE, REMEMBER THERE'S ALWAYS MADNESS. |
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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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MADNESS IS THE EMERGENCY EXIT... |
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YOU CAN JUST STEP OUTSIDE, AND CLOSE THE DOOR ON ALL THOSE DREADFUL THINGS THAT HAPPENED. YOU CAN LOCK THEM AWAY... |
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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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FOREVER.” |
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― Alan Moore, Batman: The Killing Joke |
― 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