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Eurydice Reverence

A shadow of a girl who loved her family, consumed by the grief when they were killed on her sister's wedding day.

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a character in “The Forsaken”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name: Eurydice Reverence
Age: 70 (roughly, though stunted at 16)
Species: Daemon
Starting Place: Mekhnar, Rithallae

Personality: A daemon born of a girl's grief of losing her family, the distinction between the daemon and the human who created her are teetered on a red line, memories and moments of clarity are offset by fits of violent hysteria making her true nature difficult to ascertain. She lives in absolute denial of her existence as a daemon, believing herself as the girl, Eurydice, who loved her family deeply and looked forward to being the flower girl in her sister's wedding. The girl, once devout in her beliefs now blames the gods for being apathetic to her cries. She is often seen either praying fruitlessly or staring over the ruins of where her home once stood, assembling the bones as some strange attempt to bring them back. The creature retains the consumed girl's somewhat naive outlook on the world and people.

Her likes include an obsession with butterflies, music, poetry, drawing, sweet food and drinks, breaking personal space. Her dislikes are the color red, death, being yelled at and attacked, people robbing and desecrating the resting place of the original girl's family, the gods, being alone, and weapons.

Weapons/Powers: Possessing control of space and perception her magic is a thing of nightmares, projecting phantasmic hands to grab and hold spreading out from the ground and walls, wherever a show is cast, there too can she reach. Her tail itself is made of several shadowy hands spun together tightly over a skeletal center (when fully unwound the tail is just a thin bony thing). She herself can phase through solid objects like a ghost. Other projections include creating butterflies, and humanoid representations of people and buildings as if she's trying to recreate the city. Has great supernatural strength.

Weaknesses other than what is known of daemons are that she can overexert herself and become mentally overburdened in trying to maintain all the projections and shows no understanding her limits. She shows no trained control or discipline other than basic instinctive control, making it erratic and reckless. Her own mental instability plays no small role in its highly imperfect state.

History:

The girl known as Eurydice Reverence was the youngest child of the Reverence family, a moderately wealthy family residing in the now ruined city state of Mekhnar. She was known as a cheerful, if not dreamy-eyed girl who loved her family dearly, especially her elder sister whom she looked up to. They were a devout family, while not always perfect were at least decent and unoffensive.

On the day of her older sister's wedding, Eurydice was given the task of being flower girl. She was of course excited, parading about the neighborhood to spread the news. What happened after this is blurry, whether an explosion of misfired weapons from a battle, a magical disaster, or even something divine, the city was struck by something, killing several people including the family of Eurydice, she herself was collecting flowers, far enough away to be knocked over and injured by the blast but left alive to see the carnage.

The girl's world turned immediately from bliss into an unwaking nightmare, consumed by disbelief and grief, begging to gods who never answered, she was truly alone. In the fallout, and the silence, she was slowly consumed, more literally, by the shadows and nightmare that the girl now lived in, now a shell of her former self, and birthing the daemon. The daemon retains the thoughts and memories of Eurydice, swearing to be her, and continues to grieve over the Reverence family.

Appearance: In human form she appears as a tall (6ft) young woman with an olive complexion. Her hair is long, thick, and black going down to her hips. Her eyes, a warm amber color that glows in the night. Dressed in shadowy image of a shredded maiden's dress, she appears otherwise unassuming in this form, even so far as to not give off the same resonance as a daemon.

This impression fades however in daemon form, a giant humanoid phantasmic beast with dark splotchy skin, wild yellow eyes with retracted pupils, her long black hair now stringy and messy, two sets of long lanky arms, long nails, and an elongated face into a forced pained grin. At the base of the creature's spine is a long thick tail, composed of many shadowy hands wounds together tightly.

So begins...

Eurydice Reverence's Story

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What was once a bustling city, now nothing more than ruins and dust. Those buildings not collapsed were nothing more than ghostly shells, almost the only life remaining are scavenging beasts. The exception of this, however, was the only arguably sapient occupant, a shade of a previous occupant, Eurydice Reverence, now a daemon of the deepest grief. Time had become lost to her, in her mind the event remained fresh, cycling as an endless nightmare, and her body no longer degraded or got sick. In her mind she is the human girl, Eurydice Reverence, not a daemon, a fact that was lost to her just as the passing of time.

It was in the street that she resided this time, kneeling in the middle of a vacant road staring into a cold gray sky, her long hair getting caught in a breeze, her amber eyes unblinking and wide. How long she had been sitting here, motionless, was completely lost to her. She simply waited, waiting for something, to wake up, for something to happen, for the gods to answer her prayers, for her family to rise from the dead, for... anything. She simply stares, blankly, wondering why there is no answer, no sign, no change, no end to this horror that had become her life. Where had the gods gone? Are they too, dead, or perhaps gaining some sick amusement from this? Was she the only living thing left in this world, was she utterly alone in the world itself?

"There was so many butterflies, so alive and carefree," she mutters softly in a broken tune. "There was so many butterflies, where could they have gone? There were so many, but now there is one..." With this she is once again silent, falling down onto the asphalt, another futile attempt to sleep, as that too had become lost to her. A body that never ages, never gets sick, also requires no sleep. Once again denied even dreams, she just remained there, motionless, waiting for any distraction, any change.

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"Time to get up, little butterfly, today is the big day," a female voice calls out to Eurydice, it was the voice of her sister. Could it be that her prayers had finally been answered? She stirs, pressing herself up with her arms. Her vision was blurred from dust getting in her eyes. She began to rub them and her vision began to clear, only to see that worn down road full of cracks and bumps.

She sighs, almost put to tears, it was just in her head. She passes it off as just a pretty dream. "You don't dream, you don't even sleep anymore," screeches a distorted voice within her skull. Her eyes grow wide, and she snaps to her feet looking about, only to see shadowy apparitions of people gathering around her. Their eyes empty, mouths carved into crooked grins.

"Go away!" Her scream echoed through the ruins as she took to running in a mad dash. She paused and turned, her long messy hair going down over her face, she peeks out seeing nothing but the dusty ruins. They seemed so real, so tangible this time, but she was alone. At first this offered a moment of relief but it turned quickly into renewed despair. There was nothing for her here but ghosts... but what if the rest of the world is the same? What if she's the only thing left in this world?

"It is time to fly, little butterfly," she mutters as she attempts to shake the thought, motivating herself to begin walking down the road. She has no destination in mind, just a dim hope that maybe, perhaps, she is not alone in this world.

"Maybe there are more lonely butterflies," she thought. "But what if they are spiders instead..?"