Name:
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Quiet, steady of heart and steady of mind. Forceful when she needs to be, but is oft never one to immediately reveal her train of mind nor intention. Still waters run deep, and she is not far from such a notion in the least. She is not one to draw close to another nor to be intimate, as such things come at a horrific cost.
Biography: I do not remember much about my past life, with the mere fragments of glimpses into what could have been. Illusory, a trick of the mind or otherwise, anything that I could consider possibly a memory I take with a grain of salt. They very well could be the shards of dreams, of false realities and the like. However, that does not mean I still search for my memories, to try and truly grasp an understanding of who I truly am. Or perhaps even what I am.
Perhaps it is foolish, but what I think might be the fragments of memory tell me that in ages past, I was once a priestess for the God of the Underworld, of Death. A wicked, cruel trickster that goes by the name of Hades. In his temple, I remember seeing the truest desperation of humanity when faced with their mortality. And the scent of incense assaulting my senses.
Power: What is most frightening about me, when I discovered this world, is my sudden need to wear gloves, full sleeve garments which look so strange, and shoes upon my feet. For, with my touch, the living rapidly wither and die. For many days, I meandered these strange lands, and Death followed me. Flowers wilted, grass and trees died and turned to ash, animals howled and growled in fear of me. As if perhaps Hades decided to stand at my side.