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What Darkest is not: God, Goddess, Angel, Devil, Primordial, Demon, Devil, Spirit, Mortal, Vampire, Lich.
What Darkest is: Nameless, curious, often contradictory, not human.
Once, a star fell from outside the world,
burning a hole through it as she did so.
She tried to cry, but she had no name.
"Why do you follow me? Why won't you let me stay?",
she asked the hole, her only companion.
It did not answer. She sighed.
Tying her heart to herself with a string of hope,
she threw it into the fading light.
"A gift," she whispered as the horizon consumed it.
- Sutra of Dusk (Written by Ake, for Darkest's use. <3)
When the orb of flame darkens, guttering like a candle in the chill of a tomb, and dusk seeps into the landscape like a growing rot, you know Darkest walks the world.
Her presence is a terrible burden on reality, and things don't seem to work right when she nears. Hiding what she is, impossible. Understanding what it is that her presence reveals, deeply terrifying.
What is known is this:
Her appearance is relatively human, though with a few key differences that can be eye-catching, or, at times, unnoticeable.
First, and what most tend to fixate on when looking at her, are her eyes. Though she has the ability to disguise their appearance, at their most basic, her irises are black, seemingly bottomless. And, upon a closer glance, one would think falling stars shoot through those endless depths in her eyes.
Next is her lips. They shine like molten silver, and, in fact, are comparable to such. Her lips are made of glistening liquid steel, usually so hot that they can char flesh at a touch. She can suppress this outward sign as well, though she rarely does. Leaving a tell-tale scar of her lips is one of her favorite ways to mark that she's met someone.
She stands, typically, around 5'7. To be weighed is to be quantified. She's hard enough to pin down in the best of times. Her weight can fluctuate between apparently nonexistent and incredibly immense, depending on perceptions of others and herself.
Jet black hair, matte, with not the faintest hint of shine to it, is kept carefully up behind her head. If, for whatever reason, she lets it fall free, beware of it's surprising length, and deceptively endless appearing color, as it spreads like a cloak behind her.
She tends to wear a formal dress, elegant and complex in it's design, with a high neck, long skirt, and colored in varying shades of midnight and navy blues. It is vaguely Victorian and formal in it's styling, and speaks to the apparent modesty of the wearer. The dress itself is likely crafted from the night sky, with the attendant sense of cool relief, scent of damp grass, and the faint sound of chirping crickets audible in it's vicinity, as she does so love arraigning herself with the trappings of reality and it's physical self.
Darkest, and her decidedly more-than-human nature tends to have odd effects on the world around her unless she directly intervenes to avoid them:
The sun, if there is one or it is out, is eclipsed. This may seem coincidental. It has a direct correlation to her existence and arrival. This effect is visible within approximately one mile of Darkest.
The day turns to dusk. Even if it is night, or a world where night never comes, it's presence creates the appearance of dusk also visible within approximately one mile.
Names become harder to utter in her presence. Names of things that aren't second nature to the speaker become nearly impossible to recall, and names said specifically to her ring hollow.
Darkest herself is incapable of hearing proper names of people, places or things. Titles, or nicknames that aren't derivations of the name itself are audible to her. As one might guess, this implies that Darkest isn't her real name either.
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Her objectives and interests are hard to define, except broadly. She is curious in the extreme, and intensely interested in finding out about how reality works. Physical laws, creatures, life, magic, relationships, and anything else are foreign to her, and may take her quite some time to understand, or, may simply be beyond her comprehension.
Darkest, in as much as she 'likes' anything, likes to watch, to observe and experiment, to try and predict and understand the reactions that go on in the world. This can range from things as simple as a chemical reaction to complex encounters, the start of a war, or endless torture of this person or that one.
The scope of her powers can be said to be deific in range and power, but, she lacks the capabilities that are 'native' to most deities. She cannot create life, nor can she receive strength from worshipers.
She is, though, able to alter and readjust reality around her, albeit with far more violence and strangeness caused in it's wake.
She favors steel, mirrors, night-time, and sunset.
Because Darkest is more than just a 'person', in order for others to be capable of interaction with her on a relatively 'human' level, she has to displace a great deal of her metaphysical mass and power into something else. So, she created a plane, known as her 'chancel', that most of her power literally makes up.
This place, known as Seramarea, is unique in many ways from other worlds, and doesn't necessarily follow the same physical laws.