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Ludmilla Orphys

Race: Faerin
Age: 42
Sex: Female

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship: Single

Height: 5'
Build: Petite and cute, yet something's off...
Reference: Here
Player


Brie Somers-Yang

Nationality: Australia
Age: 20
Sex: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship: Single

Height: 5'6"
Build: Androgynous, mousy, unassuming
Reference: Here

Personality


There is a reason that Faerin are feared. There is a reason they are met with fear and distrust. There is a reason for the way that they are in the world of Terrasphere. However, there is no reason why Ludmilla, a Starcalled Traveler, should be the way she is. No good reason, anyway.

Look no further than what is skin-deep. Take comfort that she bleeds red, that her flesh can be cut and her bones broken, her beasts slain and her limbs sundered. Rest easy as she sings in the night, staring into the star-strewn sky with longing, for they cannot descend to her. Not for now, maybe. Expect no more, for your own sanity, than the tinkling laughs and stormy pouts that sweep across her visage like a sirocco across barren saltpans. Imagine something familiar may reside behind those unblinking eyes, because maybe if you hope hard enough, it will be true again.

There is a hunger burning deep. There is a darkness between the stars, cold and unfeeling, and it has made its home within. Ludmilla is a concept gone rogue, a tumorous seed of a desperate mind fed by an unending thirst. It's as if she has become another entity entirely, alien in form and thought. Or, maybe, she was always that way.

Positive: Cheery, Sweet, Affable, Patient, Intuitive
Negative: Detached, Unempathetic, Gluttonous, Unstable, [REDACTED]

Background


Brie grew up in Portland, Oregon to a tired middle-class Asian-American family without any significant traumatic events, parental death or neglect. Their coming-out as nonbinary was met with support and respect for their identity, and their precocious decision to pursue writing as a career was met with cautious approval. On the whole, Brie has led an unremarkable childhood and youth, more privileged than most.

Actually, one discrepancy. Let us backtrack.

There is still something to be said about Brie's desire to become an accomplished author. During their high school years, they came to know the editor of a small literary magazine while working a part-time job as a clerk under their employ. Brie quickly found their amateur writing withering under the harsh but well-intentioned scrutiny of the editor, his steady hands always penning thin streams of red under the short stories and articles they would submit.

So determined Brie was to finally force that red pen to rest that they began reading every submission passing through their hands voraciously, dedicating a piece of writing every single week to the magazine. Sitting and waiting for the editor to look over their pieces at the closing of their stuffy little second-floor office, they would listen as his reedy voice dictated with slight amusement all sorts of intricacies and insights regarding their profession.

Then, one day, it all ended.

The magazine had been steadily declining. Without enough income, the editor had to cut his losses. Their last meeting ended with bloody tissues in the dustbin and strange manila folders tucked under a tower of books, his face matted in gaunt shadow. It wasn't until much later that Brie considered what all those things meant, strung together. They never got the chance to publish their final piece of writing.

That is why, despite everything, they still have a crippling fear of failure and tend to self-repress when faced with loss. Wanting to get away from that place, they jumped at the chance to study abroad when one of their cousins offhandedly mentioned it at a family dinner and something simply clicked. The two enrolled at a university in Australia and left as gap year students.

To their despair, it seemed that they had left their inspiration and talent at home. No matter how they tried or who they consulted, they couldn't wring their brain of any ideas. In their darkest hour, as they began doubting whether or not to continue pursuing that dream of making a distant memory proud, it came to them in a form they never expected.

Terrasphere.

Occupation: University Student
Special Skills: Writing, gardening

Out of Character


Played by: @Subparman
Player tag: @Ludmilla Orphys

UI-locked? No
Year 8

IG (Original) Original Character
RL (Komi-san wa, Komyushō Desu) Osana Najimi



Afflictions

Death: 1


Red Gluttony
Destroy. Consume. Rejoice. Like Pavlov's dogs, you salivate when exposed to the color red. There is a joyous pride when you can taste the red dancing on your tongue, wetting your throat, and igniting your stomach. However, you are like a moth drawn to flame, you cannot help but be drawn to the color blue despite how it disturbs every fiber in your body. They scream in anger and cry out in terror. Vengeance will be had.

The thought consumes your mind when hunger beckons: "Destroy. Consume. Vengeance. Rejoice."
 
Statistics

Traits & Build

Original Sin
Magic Receptacle (Taste)
Mastery slot
Astramancy
B
Mastery slot
Corrupt
B
Mastery slot
Beast Arts
B
Mastery slot
Animancy
B
Weapon Slot
Weapon
B
Heavy Armor Slot
Heavy Armor
B
Build
For all intents and purposes, Ludmilla appears at first glance to be a happy-go-lucky young girl who specialises in Beast Arts and Astramancy to predict enemy actions and protect her friends, though something is always a little off about the way in which she works her magic.
Her eyes seem forever fixed on something far far away, beyond the endless horizon. Any beast that she brings under her control, no matter how savage and bloodthirsty, immediately becomes as docile as can be, sharing that endless starry daydream.

Ludmilla's Astramancy further enhances her ability to cripple the enemy by projecting terrible cosmic rifts wrought by her overclocking Corruption across the field to hinder her foes' movements; simultaneously, she may inspire hope in tactical auguries of aid visible to only her allies.

To anyone savvy with her font of magic, though, something may immediately strike one as unusual about Ludmilla.

What is it that pins her gaze beyond the horizon? Where does she draw her power, and why...does it raise one's hackles involuntarily, to watch her work her arcane deeds?

Behind the veil of sanity lies inchoate madness, in the image of blind idiot pseudogods and worlds born dead. As the budding evil germinates, the gate to the infinite darkness between the stars opens and pours unceasing into her mind. The clay pot cracks.


Equipment Tags

Awakened Blood

✦✦✦✧✧✧


Magical Conduit


The Seed has begun its growth. Pulsing, persistent, seeping into every corner of her existence; can you hear it? Louder than her heartbeat, overriding the whirr of her thoughts and rush of her veins. The Blood gives way to the call of the cold and dark beyond.

Scarred Flesh

✦✦✦✧✧


Heavy Armour


As the persistence of a river's waters will wear away boulders and intersperse its remains throughout itself as sand, so has Ludmilla's form been subject to the ecstasies and flayings of a will from beyond. She is a step closer to rapture.
...my god, it's alive.




Trait Description
Original Sin. Few know of Ludmilla’s hidden, ever-regrowing teeth, until the time of great hunger arrives. There may yet be some way to kill her as the infection takes tentative root.
 
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