ok
bc we got a stalker (at least one)
ill spoiler the backstory just in case
Name: Elysia
Nickname(s): Ely
Age: 934,672,248
Gender: female
Sexuality: male-leaning bisexual
Appearance: With her body length almost golden-white fading to black hair, and peepers as black as the dark void, Elysia has large, pointed ears, pale skin, nails shaved to a sharp point, a thin body, and just as pointy mouthstones. Her scaly tail splits off into almost feather like segments near its end, which, for reference is a long ways down, for the tail itself spans nearly 18 groundhands.
As a human, she had stomach-length light blonde hair, blue peepers, and stood at 5’3”. She used to love wearing summer clothing, and hated jackets and hoodies, and anything else of the sort.
Personality: Because of her backstory, Elysia hates interaction with anyone besides children under the age of 15. In her experience, they’re usually quite innocent and make for good chatting partners. She’s never been able to bring herself to kill one, and because of her frequent interaction with them, she’s started to long for children of her own, little immortal siren children. She gets panic attacks often if she even so sees a rooty tooty point-n-shooty or a bottle that once held an alcoholic drink in it, full or not.
Likes: the brain bubble of a final death, killing humans, singing, children
Dislikes: people, social interaction, rooty tooty point-n-shooties, alcohol, immortality
Backstory:
Spoiler - click to show.
When Elysia was five orbit parties old, her father snuck into her human containment unit, and sexually assaulted her while her mother was away on a business trip. Though she screamed and cried and pleaded for him to stop the pain, he had planned this particular event well. No one came, and no one heard her pleas. When he was done, he’d ordered her to keep silent, because if she didn’t, he’d personally mucduc her. Besides, he’d said. It wasn’t as if anyone would believe her anyways.
When Elysia’s mother died at the age of ten from a heart attack, her father was struck with pain and guilt, and wanted someone to redirect that guilt to. Not having anyone else, of course the unlucky victim was Elysia, again. His skull control was even able to make up somewhat reasonable reasons to blame her. One of his favourites was, “You were at home when she died, you should have called 911 right away!”
He started drinking to “aleviate the pain,” but god knows that never works, and is a terrible long-term solution. One day, he stumbled home drunk, and thought Elysia was an intruder and pulled a rooty tooty point-n-shooty on her. She ran away, terrified, up to her human containment unit, and there she hid for several days, trying her best to ignore the hunger pains that came and went.
Over time, this became increasingly common, and she learned to store mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) and water in her human containment unit to keep from starving. Stolen mint cheddar contributed to computer funds, so that she would be able to properly complete schoolwork when she wasn’t able to attend school.
Time passed, and Elysia grew into a 22 orbit party old woman, who had more trauma than anyone could ever imagine. She was barely able to see men without panicking, and she couldn’t trust women, for the only ones she’d ever seen either ignored her or had died, and men had only done her harm. Her tendencies to self harm when she was at home alone grew increasingly more dangerous, and one day, while she was drowning her thoughts out in music at a volume she thought would surely make her deaf some day, Elysia had the bonkers brain bubble to jump of a cliff, into water. Because after all, it was just water, no matter how high she was jumping from.
And there she had it, cause of death from hypothermia and human syrup loss. The orbit parties passed, and her sudden anger fueled the haunting song she sang, luring both men and women alike towards her, leading them to their deaths.
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