Thread: Claw
Name: Eden Lachesis
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Yellowish blonde hair (with a white tint), hangs loosely to the mid of her back in thick, wavy strands while her eyes dazzle as a clear, startling blue. She looks delicate, being on the shorter side with a slender frame, but she is far from that. Her face holds an impeccable beauty that cannot be described, yet her soul swims in darkness. She is enchanting to look upon, but deathly to know, yet few can resist.
Personality: Her heart seeps with anguish and a darkness that even she cannot understand. Sometimes she will feel emotion, but disregards it as though it is nothing, otherwise avoiding vulnerability and weakness. She abhors any proximity with humans, animals, other creatures, etc. and tends to give way to terrible mood swings, unable to keep herself under control of a growing temper and a yearning for power. Her innocence is vile and her naiveté is knowledgable; everything about her plays a profound role in delusions.
Background/History: Her past has been mortally wounded to where she barely recalls any other life but the one of demonic precepts she lives day to day. Her life is brandished as a puppet and her soul has been deprived of love and compassion from Crethera, the Claw, who has chosen to live through her. That is her master, and that is who she worships - relishing in the lust of an unexplainable drive for spirits. She lives deep in the desolate crevasses of Azurkaan, and waits patiently until she is unleashed out into the world.
Name: Eden Lachesis
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Yellowish blonde hair (with a white tint), hangs loosely to the mid of her back in thick, wavy strands while her eyes dazzle as a clear, startling blue. She looks delicate, being on the shorter side with a slender frame, but she is far from that. Her face holds an impeccable beauty that cannot be described, yet her soul swims in darkness. She is enchanting to look upon, but deathly to know, yet few can resist.
Personality: Her heart seeps with anguish and a darkness that even she cannot understand. Sometimes she will feel emotion, but disregards it as though it is nothing, otherwise avoiding vulnerability and weakness. She abhors any proximity with humans, animals, other creatures, etc. and tends to give way to terrible mood swings, unable to keep herself under control of a growing temper and a yearning for power. Her innocence is vile and her naiveté is knowledgable; everything about her plays a profound role in delusions.
Background/History: Her past has been mortally wounded to where she barely recalls any other life but the one of demonic precepts she lives day to day. Her life is brandished as a puppet and her soul has been deprived of love and compassion from Crethera, the Claw, who has chosen to live through her. That is her master, and that is who she worships - relishing in the lust of an unexplainable drive for spirits. She lives deep in the desolate crevasses of Azurkaan, and waits patiently until she is unleashed out into the world.
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