Amidst the infernal beauties and celestial celibates that fill the worlds, there's a single, immutable constant.

Everything dies.

Entropy is a persistent bitch, and will not be avoided by any entity across the span of the multiverse; not even reality itself will last forever. Magic can sustain and prolong, deities can create, and worlds can be rebuilt, but everything decays, everything breaks, and everything..

Everything.

Dies.

The creature that stands, hovers, floats, or lounges before you whatever the case may be, is one intimately familiar with this fact. She makes no effort to hide her pale, grey flesh or the blank white expanse of her eyes. Every hallmark of undeath is there, though her form is in shockingly pristine condition. It's a testament either to the effort she puts into maintaining her body, or to her skill with fleshcraft.

The stitches that hold her various limbs together are artfully woven, with thread so fine as to be nearly invisible in some places, and patterned to look like lace garters in others. The flesh itself retains a firm smoothness that belies any hint of decay beyond its unliving colour. Her breasts are full and round, with no hint of sagging; it's an easy enough feat when one can sew them in place as one sees fit. Wings spread from her back, the pale leather stretched between struts of bone with wicked points. They're clearly an addition, and given their general lack of usage, most likely an aesthetic choice.

Her face is youthful enough, though once the pulse stops it's difficult to gauge how long something's been preserved. The lips are full and painted crimson.. or is that just blood? Her eyes feature no pupils, nor irises. To gaze into them is to see an empty, purely featureless abyss of white; it's impossible to discern any depth or texture, and the longer one looks the harder it is to look away from the limitless void. She carries a bemused expression at most times, seeming to have managed not to fall prey to the emotionless psychopathy that most of the damned are cursed with.

While she wears a mixture of heavy metal armour and flowing, voluminous robes, the exact makeup of her body is always in flux. One day, perhaps she'll be fully feminine, with wide hips and luscious curves; the next might hold the telltale bulge of an obscene addition sewn in place between her legs. Her skills as a seamstress, combined with a quite literally unholy number of lifetimes spent practicing her craft have left her with the ability to redefine her body - or that of any (un)lucky enough to fall prey to her paralyzing touch - in whatever manner she deems fit.

Reds: Males, Herms, Scat
Greens: Virtually Everything Else

Gender: Malleable
(Base Female)

Orientation: Lesbian
(If That Wasn't Clear Enough)

Mentality: Dominant



















~ Oblivion ~

Staring at death,
I take a breath,
There's nothing left

Now close my eyes,
For one last time,
And say goodbye

Lying naked,
While the snow,
Falls all around me

Drifting closer,
To the edge
But She won't have me

Wake up in sweat,
Full of regret,
Try to forget...

These memories,
Lurking beneath,
Lost in a dream

~

Unchosen paths,
A broken past,
Forespoken wrath

The pain won't cease,
I'll find no peace,
No sweet release

Fragile creatures,
We are taught to fear the Reaper;
Ever running,
We are dead before we meet Her

These voices telling me,
Let it go
(Let it all go!)

I try and try,
But I can't say no
(Try and say no!)

This endless nightmare,
Has just begun
(Nowhere to run!)

My heart is,
Dragging me down, into...
Oblivion!

~

The endless lies,
I've cast aside,
Locked them in ice

Steeled is my soul,
My blood grown cold,
I've gained control

Fearless creatures,
We all learn to fight the Reaper
Can't defeat her,
So instead I'll have to be Her

These voices,
Screaming to let it go
(Never let go!)

This time I'm,
Screaming back no, no, no
(Go on, say no!)

My mind's made up,
Yeah my fear is gone
(Where have you gone?)

Open my eyes,
Now here I come...
Oblivion!

For the last time,
(I won't say goodbye)
For the last time,
(I won't say goodbye)
For the last time,
(I won't say goodbye!)

For the last time...