"There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.â â Robert Goolrick
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Home world: Spiracu
Race: Elf
Appearance: Something was wrong with the darkness.
He caught a glimpse of amethyst, a rapid blur across the watery landscape. A shiver creeped up his spine and then a gasp from his lips as the moonlight revealed a woman. Her ivory skin was eerie, ghostly, even, and bare. She rose from the water, her long, violet hair clinging to the curves of her naked body. A smirk danced at the corner of her full, crimson lips, the dip of her cupid's bow mesmerising as a dimple revealed itself on her left cheek.
She did not speak but he was mesmerised all the same. She lifted her dainty, upturned nose and beckoned him forward. Her eyes were a startling array of colours - blue, green, pink, blue, purple - as deep and endless as the ocean and as clear and bright as fresh water from a waterfall.
She was beautiful; ethereal, even, and suddenly he realised he was holding her, touching her.
It was then that he noticed the vicious feline stalking the ground behind her, its teeth curved and dagger-sharp. The last thing he would ever see was the girl - the Goddess - smiling, her dainty, pointed ears lifting with the movement, as the snow leopard lunged.
Personality: Seductive, sly and selfish, it is no wonder that Ethiriel's Spirac is a snow leopard. She enjoys playing tricks on others and hypnotising them with her charm and beauty only to later toss them aside. She lives for the chaos she causes and the hearts she breaks. Her Elvish name means 'River' and like the river, she is often unpredictable and although seemingly harmless and peaceful, Ethiriel is capable of uprooting trees and bringing people to their demise.
Like most Elves, she is rather calm and peaceful. Unlike the elves, however, she finds pleasure in the suffering of living beings. She's quite soft and sweet spoken, in a rather creepy way. She might remind humans of psychopaths, those incapable of feeling and empathising with the pain of others. She lures men and women alike with her song, beauty and/or charm, only to drown them or make them a meal for her Spiracu. Due to her rather dark hobbies and personality, Ethiriel has few friends. In fact, she has few acquaintances. She's become such a dark entity that amongst the Elves, she's become something of a legend to scare children into eating their vegetables.
She can be incredibly subtle and stealthy when she wants to be. Indeed, she is incredibly dangerous. She lacks a moral conscious. Or rather, one she listens to.
In truth, she is rather lonely, but what she's yet to learn is that you don't get friends through fear and torture. She is not quite mentally stable and at one moment, she can be your best friend and in another, she is your worst nightmare.
She enjoys a challenge and prey who run.
So here's a tip: Give in.
Biography: "Our skies will shatter," she whispered. "Our trees will crumble, our Spiracs will wither, and our children will bleed.
"Ours will be a world of dust."
The old Elfin Seeress foresaw a war that would destroy Spiracu. She relayed, in her last breaths, the one they needed to prevent the destruction: a child more beautiful than the rarest of gems with eyes as deep and endless as the night sky and as clear as fresh water. One with the purest of voices, the kindest of hearts, and a Spirac who, when matured, would have fur made of light and darkness. The Elves, believing in their Seeress - one who'd foreseen and prevented countless tragedies - were frightened and they searched for this child of internal and external beauty made of light and darkness.
A child was born. A baby girl with amethyst hair and large, startling eyes that were as deep and clear as skies and oceans. An orphan.
A couple found her in the water, protected by her Spirac who transformed into a dolphin to keep her afloat. The luminescence of her incandescent wings had stirred them from their sleep and they named her 'Ethiriel,' a name which meant river and sounded like 'ethereal' which was what she seemed and seems.
Ethiriel was a strange child. As an infant, she would gaze upon people with an understanding and intensity uncanny of a baby. She spoke, walked and flew before any other child her age and her Spiracu was fully capable and aware, surpassing even some fully matured Elves' Spiracus in intelligence, speed, agility, strength and versatility.
As the young girl matured, it became clear that she was the one prophesied. Her empathy and kindness was unparalleled and with each passing day, her beauty. Her adoptive parents began to fear the child, especially when it became clear her Spiracu was one of darkness and light, black and white... A snow leopard.
Unlike other children, her soul was fully formed before her body had come close to maturing. Her mind, however, was another matter.
In the night, they came.
Her parents warned the Elders of Etheriel and the young, amethyst haired girl - little more than 7 at the time, was taken. Unsure what role she played in the prophecy, they caged and chained her, restricting her Spiracu, even. For years she was confined and treated worse than an animal might've been, ignoring the Elves' fondness for animals, that was. Finally when her monthly cycles began, they decided to sacrifice her to nature and the Gods.
During the savage ritual, Etheriel managed to escape with the help of her Spiracu and a childhood friend.
From then on, she hid from the world, disappearing into a legend, a myth. She lured those misfortunate enough to stumble across the river and tree she resided in with her voice and beauty. Insanity seemed to have bled into her mind by then, and what began as a way of passing time by scaring elves for harmless fun in a life of isolation morphed into something crueler and darker.
Weapon: Although her Spiracu isn't quite a 'weapon,' seeing as it is her soul. It takes the form of a lithe snow leopard she's come to call 'Naerwen' or 'Naer,' meaning 'sad one.' Her snow leopard is very much capable of violence and brutality, as is the nature of predators and feline seductresses.
Besides Naerwen, she uses her appearances and charm to lure and strip her victims of their guard. Years of living in the wilderness has also taught her the ways of survival and her aim - with bows and arrows, daggers, rocks or sticks - is impeccable.
Abilities: Like all Elves, her hearing is superior to any other race. She can pick out the slightest of sounds despite them being a ways away. Her predictions of the weather are quite accurate. She has an affinity with all animals and at times it almost seems as if she speaks the language of the wild and is able to communicate with them.
She is a superior swimmer and often seems more mermaid or Siren than elf.
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