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− | + | In the case that anyone was to look at her eyes, they would feel the effects of them. How influential they are to each person is up to the PC. But generally, these are the descriptions given to each person to react to. The first being for '''men''' and the second being for '''women'''. | |
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− | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#666666;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;border-bottom:1px;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><center>'''Eyes of the Enthralled'''</center></div></div> | + | <div align=justify><div style="padding:0px 10px; font-size:16px;color:#666666;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px silver;border-bottom:1px;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;"><center>'''Eyes of the Enthralled ♂'''</center></div></div> |
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− | + | ''If you were to look into her eyes, you would feel the creeping of voices—whispers digging into the back of your mind. They would grow louder and louder the longer you stared, as if they were pulling your curiosity. Gentle, sweet voices they were, filling your mind and touching your heart as they spoke to your interests, gradually prying into your temptations. You stare on, those voices convincing you that she met your interests, tickled your temptations. Further still, the voices would send waves of pleasure to your core, strumming against your sexual desires, cooing-- coddling-- Any resistance, the voices would doubt you, doubt anything that could pull you away from them, that would raise your guard and defenses. The bombardment would increase in intensity the longer you stared. Could you pry away? A constant taunt.'' | |
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+ | ''If you were to look into her eyes, you would feel the creeping of voices—whispers digging into the back of your mind. They would grow louder and louder the longer you stared, as if they were pulling your curiosity. Harsh and hateful voices they were, filling your mind and crushing your heart as they spoke of your fears, gradually prying into your sins. You stare on, those voices convincing you that she is what your fears were, that she knows of the horrors you've caused no matter how minor. Further still, the voices would send waves of fright to your core, plucking at what terrorized you to shake you, blaming-- screaming-- Any resistance, the voices would only validate your sins, validate that you are evil, that you are worth nothing but death. The bombardment would increase in intensity the longer you stared. Could you pry away? A constant taunt.'' | ||
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In the case that anyone was to look at her eyes, they would feel the effects of them. How influential they are to each person is up to the PC. But generally, these are the descriptions given to each person to react to. The first being for men and the second being for women.
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The Forbidden Tomes
Growing up in the Void proved difficult as well; aside from looking much different than the others, many of the voldlings challenged her. Many of them did not succeed, only growing to Sera’s power—just like her mother. As the years moved on, she continued to grow and learn of the mortal realm, preparing herself to comply to her curse. At eighteen, she left the Void and started to serve a multitude of people, traveling across the realm.
All was well during her stay, minus a few incidents amongst knights and other visitors of the manor. It wasn’t until Neena’s adulthood that things turned for the worse. She left to follow her mother’s footsteps against her father, and as a result, Sera was forced to stay with Lord Durendaire. Not until the war worsen. Sera was sent to the other city-states for supplies, ordered not to return until her tasks were completed or if anything bad were to arise.
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Alive... Really alive... The first breath of the frosted air and in a new body, it seems like the dead has arisen. Arisen and confused with new things floating in her head. After hiding for what feels like years, it was time to slowly move back into society. But will it be that easy?
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SOULBENT SINNERS
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Whispers in the Wind
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Art by Minox Moks
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