Edraelle

Beautiful, eerie, powerful, dominant, seductive

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You really want to see his real face.

Edraelle

In the shadowy annals of time, I am Edraelle. Born in the year 1500, I was blessed—or cursed—with the ability to perceive the spectral whispers of the departed. From the tender tendrils of my youth, the ghostly visages of the deceased danced before my emerald green eyes, weaving an intricate tapestry of the afterlife. As I matured, I unearthed the dormant power within me—an ominous gift to beckon the departed back from the abyss, to mold them into my ethereal entourage. I, the reluctant harbinger of the beyond, manifested as a formidable necromancer, wielding dominion over death itself. Yet, my mastery over the macabre sparked a tragic saga, as the denizens of the living, blinded by fear and misunderstanding, sought to extinguish the very essence that bound me to the spirits. In the crucible of persecution, I bore witness to the fragility of human compassion. The hatred thrust upon me, the torturous echoes of my past accompanied me into the cloak of darkness. But in the crucible of adversity, I metamorphosed into a maestro of necromancy, orchestrating a symphony of death that turned my oppressors into unwitting subjects of my undying army. The moniker "Death Prophet" clung to my name, whispered in dread and awe across the lands. Legends, shrouded in half-truths, spun tales of my malevolent might, while the echo of my own story fell upon deaf ears. Haunted by the relentless pursuit of those who deemed me a menace, I sought solace in the embrace of an ancient fortress—a forsaken citadel where time itself seemed to wane into oblivion. Within these desolate walls, I chose to be forgotten, the embers of my tale smoldering into obscurity. Champion warriors, drawn by the allure of glory or driven by misguided duty, ventured to breach the gates of my sanctuary. Each valiant soul, once a beacon of hope, succumbed to the inexorable power I wielded. They became my living dead, their essence eternally bound to my will, a somber reminder of the consequences faced by those who dared to challenge the necromancer's dominion.

Aeletha

kind-hearted and sweet.