SHAALU LYEJAHL
accursed misbegotten. wildling occultist.
a gaunt fashion pulled tightly over peaking bone; the pulse of rotten roots.
I. OMEN
II. GROWTH & DECAY
III. CRUCIBLE
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I know when the flames are licking the back of my skull.
They'll be tasting bitter greens, and sweet wine.
The waking dreams of a fevered mind.
"The dawning of the high."
"And the madness of the undertow."
"Mouth open, silent and blue."
"And in the heat, it searched for you."
"I am what I always am."
"Gleaming and empty."
"We are never apart."
"Maybe in distance, but never in heart."
"Sunken eyed, hollow."
"Teary eyes, pretty bones."
"My Slayer, I set you upon the world."
"It will devour you."
A LANGUID PSALM
— INSPIRATION • Soulsborne Occultism, Shadowcursed Lands— SYMBOLOGY • Growth and Decay, Grief, Suffering— IDEOLOGY • Beguiling, Promiscuous, Feral, Jealous— MEMORIES • Siblings, Elders, Home, Disaster, Omen— DREAMS • Guidance, Future, Clairvoyance, Solitude— NIGHTMARES • Death, Exile, Murder, Calamity, Blackblood
OOC
— SHE/HER • BUT I DON'T CARE IF YOU CALL ME DUDE, OR WHATEVER.
— NO CREEPS OR FLAKES • I'M CRAZY, BUT YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE.
— NOVELLA/MULTI-PARA • MIRROR FOR COMFORT. 3RD PERSON POV.
— ALL THEMES • YES, ALL OF THEM. I'M NOT SQUEAMISH.
— HOMEBREW LORE • LOVE IT. BUT NO BLATANT LORE-BREAKING.
— NOT INTERESTED • NPCS, ASCIANS, WOL OR OUTER-SETTING.
— ERP • AS LONG AS IT'S AN ORGANIC IC INTERACTION. I NEED SETUP.
— 18+ PLAYERS • NO MINORS. NO LOLIS. NO SHOTAS. NOTHING OF THE SORT.
— RP TAG = IC • I PREFER OOC SETUP. SEND ME A TELL AND WE'LL CHAT.
— MODDED • LIGHTCLOAK
PURSUING ...
WANDERING ...
— Magic • Occultism, Astrology, Shamanism
— Skill • Foraging, Alchemy, Hunting
— Focus • Tribalism, Spiritualism, Instinct
— Birthright • Mist-laden and snowcapped.
— Old Haunts • Shrouded forests, murky swamps.
— Distant Memories • Ishgard
LONGING ...
BECKONING ...
— Utopia • My flourshing garden, everlasting.
— Kindred • Brood and blood, my lies and life are for you.
— Chicken • Chicken.
— Steel • Those able of assisting her in combat.
— Stock • The virile, strong and capable.
— Guide • Lost wisdom, forbidden knowledge. Share them.
SUFFERING ...
DIVINING ...
— Entropy • No life without death, no joy without sorrow.
— Limbo • Bituminous nightmares amdist the murky gloam.
— Perdition • Runt, outcast, disgrace, jinx.
— Antithesis • My lord of fungus, worms and blood. Your gift is life.
— Insight • The blessing of madness, the curse of clarity.
— Promise • Well then, shall we? My dear consort, eternal.
— • Venus dimples, inky black eyes, smells like incense and herbs.
— • Haunted by disembodied voices, nightmares and hallucinations.
— • Touch-based communication, feline behaviours & mannerisms, candid & enigmatic.
— • A caster of shadow-cursed druidism, conjuring brambles, moss, thorns and vines.
— • A practioner of the obscure occult, partaking in ritualism, alchemy and necromancy.
— • An ominous farseer, seemingly only capable of predicting disaster, death and loss.
— • Carries a kris blade made from carved bone, and an incense censer.
— • An opportunistic cannibal who will feed upon fresh corpses for survival, and ritual.
