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My gposes are really out of date, sorry.
Shaalu on title page is current design. :)
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.
— DISCORD • IF I'M COMFORTABLE. I'LL ASK YOU.
— 21+ ONLY • 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.
— AUSTRALIAN • I PLAY IN AEST (GMT+10) AND RAID ON MATERIA.
— MODDED • ASK ME ABOUT MARE CODE, I MIGHT SHARE.
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.
