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Antares

The

Darkmatter Paralix
Owner:

Asher

Age: 18 years, 10 months

Born: June 20th, 2005

Adopted: 18 years, 10 months ago (Legacy)

Adopted: June 20th, 2005 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 2
Strength: 9
Defense: 5
Speed: 10
Health: 12
HP: 0/12
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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About

Name: Antares ('Annie' to some)

Age: Appears late twenties; deceased for twenty-two years

Appearance: Though most often hooded and unseen, Antares befits the description of a wraith more than she would readily admit. She is most oven disheveled, only amplified by her unruly long black hair, and her eyes are a harsh crimson set behind black sclera, with dark circles under them and an even darker pallor. Her skin has lost its tanned luster since death and bears a slight grey-violet sheen to it, most apparent in her extremities. Taller than average and lean, previous illness is apparent in her body which leaves her looking more fragile than she really is. The most notable aspect of her is the black opal set into the center of her chest, the source of both her life force and power. When not cloaked, Antares is most seen in draped, flowy clothes, especially favoring long dresses and sleeveless or open-backed ensembles.

Personality: Cold and standoffish on the surface, Antares does little to mask bitter contempt for the world around her. Her memory since her death is hazy and fractured at best, enough to keep the woman constantly uneasy and guarded. She trusts very few and more often than not will lash out at anyone that attempts to get close to her. Though Antares insists she is not so transparent about her ways, her ferocity is very indicative of a heavy, painful burden that she bears. Coupled with a strange pull for revenge that fuels her destructive nature, the woman spreads suffering to those she deems most worthy and spares only those that she deems innocent, especially the youth.

Antares is not an entirely cruel person, though seeing any optimism in situations is quite hard for her. Though she distances herself far from others she hates the loneliness it brings and drifting without purpose is a great source of grief for her. There is also a great deal of guilt she feels for her actions as much as she tries to justify them and ignore the repercussions. Living on instinct has caused her to lose touch with most other emotions and it is easy to fluster and confuse Antares with seemingly simplistic gestures of kindness or affection. Any kindness or generosity she gives is unwittingly so, and she will vehemently deny any of it as purposeful. For anyone that manages to get on her good side she can be highly protective, loyal, and honest towards -- it just takes a long time for her to open up. Abilities:

Story

The world is cruel, and also very beautiful...

They called her Annie. Beautiful Annie, who was so full of charm and presence that despite her low status was called upon by nobility for their whims. And who was she to say no? If it meant she could feed the seven hungry mouths of her siblings she would do anything to protect them. She would give anything to pull them all out of poverty, something her parents struggled to do ever since she was born, ever since they were born. They rested easily now, no more to suffer when buried six feet under. She would bring them pride and honor, prove that everyone had a chance to change their fate.

When her dreams turned into nightmares she began to lose touch; the perfect world she worked so hard to craft turned to dust before her eyes when plague swept through their town. One by one the seven fell, none immune to the decay. She had never expected to bury her family, to be left alone in the face of death, and it was all too much. Everything she had sacrificed was for naught, thrown into her face as a mockery by Death himself.

With death came fear, and with it further loss, turned aside from those that had previously given her safe haven When she, too, fell into the same despair as many others she became nothing more but a liability. When Death came to claim her, destitute and alone on the streets, she became a statistic. She had nothing left but her grief and the realization of mankind's malice.

Such anger and pain twisted her soul into an entity bent on revenge. Those that would scorn the hurt, the weak, the destitute -- why wouldn't they deserve punishment? They would see how it felt to suffer and rot. Reborn into ruination she would spread it as well; she would make them all pay, and spare only those that deserved a chance where hers was taken away.

However, she was not immune to the warmth of others despite being so cold-hearted, and would not leave those alone that were in need.