Maertriarch

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• Down in the darkness..

  For I was told..
  
  

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  “That monsters of the deep were a thing of whisky and rum, opiate induced phantasms, and lack of sleep."

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  What cruel god thought to give them legs to walk, or scuttle from Abyss to earthen sod?"

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  "Woe is me, My children having bled, I take my spear and axe, I'll put that monster dead."

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  ➣W I C K E D ▪ “The universe runs on the principle that one who can exert the most evil on other creatures runs the show.” ― Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity There is an agreeable facade of carefully structured civility, built upon a meshwork of intellect and passionate forward-facing agenda. But then there is the appetite for destruction. Of will, of sanity, of independance, and of self. She is a predator and enjoys exposing the vulnerable parts of people to leverage or to simply see them squirm. Despite what she may claim or display; she has never known the mammalian bond of society, family, or friend and as alien as her nature is to most, as is the morality and expectation of others.

  ➣ W I T C H ▪ "Power and its pursuits have many roads, some of them more obvious, some of them cleaner, while some are like the deliberately blunt teeth of a mad doctor's bonesaw, agonisingly slow in its haphazard cuts if only to savour the noises it makes." - Anon (Name to be decided) is a consort of devils and whichever spirit will most suit her needs. A magical mercenary of the occult whose capacity for spell-casting is dependant on ritual ceremony, preparation, props, and pacts. She is not capable of casting spells on the spot or even talkative about her craft. In fact, those who know enough to ask are expected to know enough to be discrete. Much like asking a lady's weight, one does not ask for the particulars of her magic.

  
  

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  ➣A B Y S S ▪ “Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure.” ― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale Born who knows how long ago in the same way as billions of her kin; she is the product of a savage, unforgiving maturing, Life in the deepest parts of the worlds oceans is balanced in an arms race of ever more wondrous and terrifying tactics. What aspects in her physiology are recognizable come from those species that have incubated her in formative years, lending their own inherited genetics one after the other, fleshing out what she would become.

  ➣Q U E E N ▪ “I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart. I was born to love you every single day of my life.” ― Queen There is at her core something more than a rock of nastiness and self-indulgence. Something that has existed from the very first moment of her being born. Those who came first still seed the darkness with the millions and perhaps the cruelest of things is that though she will never know a parent or a brother or a sister, her very essence demands she pay homage to those that gave her life. It is the closest she will ever come to a religion but it manifests more like an obsession. Why does she worship her elders like gods? Why so much blood spilled for creatures she has never laid eyes upon? Why does their song haunt her dreams, what do they want?