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Ereshkigal

"Life cannot exist without death, and thus, I was born."

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a character in “A war of the Mystics”, as played by MerpyTheScareCrow

Description

Ereshkigal

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: -
"Ereshkigal, but if you value your life, you will call me Reshlie."
Title: -
The Necromancer
Gender: -
Female
Species/Race: –
"Ehh, what?"
Birth Date: -
"Is this a trick question?"
Age: -
"If it makes a difference, I stopped aging at 25."
Champion of: -
Death

APPEARANCE
Height: -
5' 6"
Weight: -
"I'm not fat if that's what you're asking!"
Build: -
Muscular, slender
Eye Color: -
Very pale green
Hair Color: -
Pale blonde, nearly white.
Handedness: -
No
Skin Shade/Color: -
Ghostly white
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: -
Reshlie has a tattoo of a scythe on her left hip.
Clothes: -
Reshlie can normally be seen wearing body armor made seemingly of stone. It's surface is muddied with moss and other earthly elements, but covers her torso and thighs while allowing easy movement. She covers her armor with a long, black cloak. It is rare to see Suka with shoes on. She prefers to go barefoot to remind herself that her ancestors lived at peace with the earth.


MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: -
Preferably girls, though anyone will do. (pansexual)
Relationship/Marital status: -
Single
Family/relatives: -
"Ha, it's been a while since I thought of my family. They're long, long dead."
Sanity: -
It balances on a thin line of existance and nonexistance.
Friends: -
the earth, souls that have passed on, animals
Mental Skills: -
"Is that something you learn in school? I haven't been to school in centuries."
Likes: -
Death, decay, disease, suffering, pain
Dislikes: -
Life, happiness, laughter
Hobbies: -
Tending to graveyards and pottery
Personality: –
Reshlie is a very twisted person. She's very nurturing, much as a parent to a child, but she only becomes such when a being is on the verge of death. While she is cheerful and very upbeat, in a moments notice, she can become harsh and cold. She does not make friends easily, and distances herself from people, but she's a nice girl, if not mysterious.

WEAPON OF MY GOD
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Carved from the bones of an antient animal, Reshlie's scythe is engraved with a new design after every soul passes. When there is no more space, a new scythe will be crafted.

POWERS OF MY GOD
I may not be able to give complete life to something, as my counterpart can, but I am not completely evil. I can communicate with the dead and often do so for humans wishing to contact relatives. I try to refrain from physical contact with the living, as it will cause their untimely death. Also, if I so choose, I can give and take away pain, as well as reanimate the dead. This, however, almost always backfires, therefore it is rarely used. If I could give back to the world I would, but if I did not do my job, then the world would overpopulate and war would ravage every being.

HISTORY
Personal History/Background: - Reshlie died at the age of 25 in the midst of a great battle. She had been named Ildiko, named solely for her profession as a warrior. Her morality was admired greatly by the God of death, as he saw her as a daughter. He resurrected her and gave her the name Ereshkigal, for she was the first woman to take the place as champion.

So begins...

Ereshkigal's Story

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Mahatma watched his feet sinking in the soft desert sand, a small lizard staring up at him from its perch upon his foot. The desert was such a strange and wonderful place, so desolate and barren, but still so full of life. Small animals and plants still managed to survive in this desolate wasteland. He grinned and picked the lizard off of his shoe, staring at it in the palm of his hand. Life was an amazing thing. He placed the little lizard on the gleaming sand and watched as it skittered away in the moonlight. Mahatma stared up into the sky, and there he saw a star. A red star. Suddenly the smile faded from his features and he drew forth his staff.

"I guess it's just that time again." He stamped the but of his staff into the sand three times, the first turned the sand to soil, the second made that soil fertile, and the last sprouted a mighty tree. But the tree grew weird, arcing down to the ground halfway through its growth and forming a door. But its roots found nothing beyond the fertile soil, just empty sand. So the tree died, and became a dead door. Death's door, on which Mahatma knocked thrice, each knock resounding through the dessert with the sound of lead slabs dropped on a granite floor.

"Miss Ereshkigal! It's time to come out now! We have some work to do!"

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The setting changes from Mortal plane to Earth

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(Repost for MerpytheScarecrow)

Reshlie pried open the door, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "How many times must I insist you call me Reshlie?" She mumbled, "Ereshkigal sounds so formal, Mahatma." She smiled at him, running a hand through her hair.

She ran her hands across the surface of the door, feeling the rough bark against her palm. It was calming, and also frightening. From beside the door, propped neatly against an unseen wall, Reshlie grabbed her scythe. It also had a frightening texture, but one she appreciated. As she looked across the desert, she could just barely make out the figure of a rattlesnake coiling itself around a small lizard. She watched the lizard struggle, then grow limp, and felt the etching of a new design form underneath her thumb. It felt like a scale, rough and bumpy. Reshlie smiled again and looked back at Mahatma.

"What's on the agenda?"

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He grinned and raised his hands defensively. "All right, Reshile, just being polite." As soon as she was through the strange door, Mahatma placed his hand upon the bark of the tree, and watched as the tree shrank, split, dried up, spread out, and became your average desert shrub. He couldn't just leave doors to the next world laying about now could he? Dangerous things, they tended to leak into this world if left unchecked.

He winced as he turned to look over his shoulder, and watched as the lizard slowly died. He could feel it, like a candle wick slowly burning itself up, growing smaller and colder until the light vanished. He had to remind himself that the death of the lizard meant the survival of the snake, and of the snake's children. Life begets death, and death begets life. One could use such a statement to sum up the odd friendship between Eres- Reshile and himself.

"I'm afraid we'll be quite busy for a while." With that, Mahatma pointed to the red star with the end of his staff. "A new Brahkman is to be chosen." He frowned and tilted his head somewhat. "Though... It feels a little different this time."

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Reshlie followed Mahatma's pointed finger and stared up at the sky, shielding her eyes as she looked up at the red star. Her look took on a serious tone and she released a deep sigh, swinging the scythe over her head and slipping into the strap so that it rested gently across her back.

"Yes, this does feel different." She ran a hand through her short, white hair. Her feet sunk further into the soft, warm sand as she moved and she briefly closed her eyes. Her breathing slowed, and in her mind, the world around her seemed to slow as well, though she was fully aware that it did not. She could feel souls tugging on her gently, as an inquisitive child would do to an adult, seeking answers to questions they shouldn't ask. She opened her eyes, and gave Mahatma a smile. "Shall we get started then?"

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