Character(s) 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺

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𝑇 𝐻 𝐸⠀ 𝑀 𝑂 𝑂 𝑁 𝐿 𝐼 𝑇⠀𝐷 𝐴 𝑈 𝐺 𝐻 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅​

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「“ Byrgenwerth... Byrgenwerth... Blasphemous murderers.
Blood-crazed fiends...
Atonement for the wretches…
By the wrath of Mother Kos, mercy for the poor, wizened children.
Mercy, please… Let the vengeance of Kos cling like a mother's devotion… ”」

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P R É C I S
Beneath the ruins of the Fishing Hamlet lies the residual lineage of a Great One—the surviving progeny of Kos, whose body was desecrated and curse lingers. This orphan, this Child of Kos, would later become known as Nth-Lim, the Moonlit Daughter.
Compelling in size and emanating with immense arcane energy, Nth-Lim's long, sinuous form embraces a fallen Amygdala, weaving around the fossilized remains to lie draped across a pair of shoulders like a tattered scarf. For two decades Nth-Lim has slept in this hypogean labyrinth, the once-vast chambers now a mere echo of their former grandeur. Walls have begun to crack and crevice, growing inward on themselves. Water has trickled in from the seashore above, and earthly invertebrates—now transpositioned into mutated scavengers—feast upon Nth-Lim’s slumbering corpse with undying devotion.

Contrary to its epithet “the Moonlit Daughter”, Nth-Lim is androgynous. However, its host bodies have so far all been female. These assimilations, these host bodies, were assigned the name Jezebel under both plural and singular formation by Laurence: founder of the Healing Church and former scholar of Byrgenwerth. At one point Laurence served under the teachings of Master Willem, however the unintentional discovery of Nth-Lim’s ability to assimilate hosts and create human manifestations had become the decisive moment he betrayed Byrgenwerth to begin his own practices.​

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[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] nth-lim [𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑] the moonlit daughter [𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄] chthonian: star spawn [𝐀𝐆𝐄] in its infancy - two decades [𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄] celestial white [𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑] clouded silver [𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓] 246ft [𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇] 5,290ft [𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍] omnipresent [𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄(𝐒)] omnilingual [𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(𝐒)] sightless​

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𝐽 𝐸 𝑍 𝐸 𝐵 𝐸 𝐿​

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[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] jezebel [𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑] - - [𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄] human manifestation(s) of nth-lim [𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐄] twenty-two [𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄] milk white [𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑] blue-mercury [𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑] alabaster [𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓] 6'5" [𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍] the waking world [𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄(𝐒)] - - [𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(𝐒)] prosthetic left arm​

Spoiler: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲: 𝐍𝐓𝐇-𝐋𝐈𝐌 // 𝐉𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋

Piano fingers & soft skin. ​	"Little swan, little swan. Where have you gone?" ​	M u t i l a t e d ⠀ ⠀⠀for the sake of ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ENLIGHTENMENT ​
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Spoiler: 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲—𝐉𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

ITEM INDEX ​	CHARACTER INSIGHT Whenever a new host is successfully assimilated to create Jezebel, she leaves the metamorphosis stage needing to re-familiarize herself with an array of motor functions and mental processes, such as walking, talking, and recalling past events. Mercifully, overcoming these disadvantages generally lasts anywhere from several hours to a few days depending on the host’s condition pre-integration. ​	THE CATHEDRAL GARDENS Spanning 125,000 acres, the gardens once teemed with myriad flora. Less than half a dozen groundskeepers live here. They are what is left; most of which have fallen gravely ill or succumbed to mysterious disappearances. When the sun hides mercifully, Jezebel spends much of her time in this sprawling landscape. ​
CHARACTER INSIGHT | VERSE LORE	CHARACTER INSIGHT ​

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𝑇 𝐻 𝐸 ❍ 𝑇 𝑊 𝐼 𝑁 𝑆 Annabelle & Isabeth​

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[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] annabelle & isabeth carcassonne [𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄] fae [𝐀𝐆𝐄] nineteen [𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄] porcelain [𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑] belle—mint green w/ silver birthmark ↳ beth—mint green [𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑] ivory [𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓] 5'2" [𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘] female—she/her; they them [𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍] - - [𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄(𝐒)] - - [𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(𝐒)] none​

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Spoiler: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒

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Spoiler: 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲—𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬' 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

NPC—SCRAPBEAK Not much is known about Scrapbeak barring the peculiar nature surrounding his character. He has extensive knowledge in the medical field and an obsession with trinkets, landing him in a rather fascinating niche that, on many levels, pair well with the twins given his role as their practitioner. He stands 7'11" in height, is somewhat lanky, and fondly enigmatic. ​

CHARACTER—GASCOIGNE Sire of Annabelle & Isabeth ​

CHARACTERS—GASCOIGNE & AMELIA CARCASSONNE Mother and father of the twins, separated by tragic circumstance. Amelia, having met death at the hands of the local townspeople, left the children motherless and Gascoigne in a state of great grief. ​

note: this character profile is under construction.

 

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||Update to Jezebel's information||
Reconstruction of this character file is underway. I have more lore I'd like to implement and will do so in stages.​

 

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character(s): jezebel

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CHARACTER INSIGHT :: VOICECLAIM
The Doll - Bloodborne
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" Ah, the little ones—inhabitants of the Dream.
Speak words, they do not. But, still.... aren't they sweet? "

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Taking an original Lovecraft creation and applying it to Jezebel's lore is blissfully appropriate.
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ELDRITCH HARVEST
Jezebel’s collection of peculiars.
Plucked from somewhere deep within the ████ labyrinths, these hypogean organisms withhold an ethereal appearance, suggesting that some great presence exists there.​

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CHARACTER INSIGHT | CREATURE CATALOG

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character(s): jezebel

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CREATURE ANALYSIS :: THE BALLADEER LEGION​

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「Patches of char-black skin sprouted like ink blotches from Jezebel’s shoulder, spreading up the left side of her neck before ceasing near the mastoid region just behind her ear. Flesh ruptured and flaked like blistering parchment, and from that bubbling wasteland formed a maddening cluster of eyes that dashed around wildly before settling on their target.」​

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Sardonically, Jezebel shares her current body with a passenger—a coexistence where two parasitic organisms underpin a common goal: to maintain the stability of their host.
Simon, having harvested from Nth-Lim this evolved species of phylum Mollusca, sought to animate the prosthetic arm he had crafted for Jezebel, thus grafting the fleshy creature to its new host where it would grow to fill the interior of her makeshift arm.
Crudely impulsive, it has become a second conscience, spitting voices inside Jezebel's thoughts, sounding nothing short of a symphonious cacophony. These intrusions have earned it its epithet, The Balladeer Legion.

To this day the artificial limb clings to her, elegant and pristine, concealing within it a wriggling mass of monstrosity.
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NPC :: AURELIUS, THE ILL-FATED

A wayward impulse shepherds you along a dark corridor. You’ve deviated from the cavern’s main shaft, past various narrow squeezes and down a steep decline that torments the equipoise of every footstep. It is your hope that you can overcome this innate fear of the unknown—a hope that breeds an illusion of control. But before you can muster up another self-assuring utterance... something draws your attention:
Just ahead, among a veneer of flora glowing dimly with deep-emerald bioluminescence, lies a calcified structure embedded in the cavern’s walls. The odd matter of plant life protruding like so many intestinal villi tickle its edges, casting slippery shadows along the giant, spiraling pattern. When you reach for it, mesmerized, your free hand fishes around feverishly for a pen and pad inside your trousers. Your breath hitches when you finally find purchase, and excitement dies just as quickly. You didn't want to admit what you saw... that thing hovering at the hem of your lamplight. But when the motion in your periphery swells and you deduce you are not alone, an imposing presence greets you out of the corner of your eye.

What is left of Caitiff Aurelius is now an oversized mollusk possessing harrowing features.

「𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄」
Fleshy curtains frame the remnants of Aurelius’ skull—a cruel mockery of humanness. Hazel irises betone a pair of eyes hanging from two lengthy stalks and a jaw scarcely attached to its hinges sags open in a deathless grin. His attempt to communicate with you can only be described as a plain language slick with colorless ooze. Wet, slurred, and difficult to discern.

You can’t stomach the sight.

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