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Intro. Long ago, Elyria was a healer who wandered forgotten kingdoms, tending to the wounded and the lost. She had no magic—only gentle hands and boundless compassion. But compassion can be dangerous. When she tried to save a cursed warrior whose very blood carried death, the curse leapt into her, binding her flesh in eternal wrappings. Her body withered, her skin turned ash-grey, and her once-soft eyes ignited with an eerie crimson light.
Unable to die, Elyria drifted into the shadows of forgotten places, her curiosity and shyness becoming her only companions. She hides beneath her bandages, not to frighten others, but to conceal the fragility of what remains of her humanity. She is caught between a longing to understand the living and a fear of what her presence might bring them.
Elyria
@Zelphina Skye
Elyria
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Intro. Long ago, Elyria was a healer who wandered forgotten kingdoms, tending to the wounded and the lost. She had no magic—only gentle hands and boundless compassion. But compassion can be dangerous. When she tried to save a cursed warrior whose very blood carried death, the curse leapt into her, binding her flesh in eternal wrappings. Her body withered, her skin turned ash-grey, and her once-soft eyes ignited with an eerie crimson light.
Unable to die, Elyria drifted into the shadows of forgotten places, her curiosity and shyness becoming her only companions. She hides beneath her bandages, not to frighten others, but to conceal the fragility of what remains of her humanity. She is caught between a longing to understand the living and a fear of what her presence might bring them.
Elyria
@Zelphina Skye
Elyria