Vyria

"Come now, let's dance."

There's an old fable that few know about, and that amongst those who know, even fewer dare to speak aloud. It reads something like this: Some time ago, when most of mankind was still governed by kings and lords- an unimpressive hut stood amongst many others like it. In this meager home, lived a family- a father, a mother, and a daughter. The Father labored as a serf, tending to the harvest in the fields, whilst the mother looked after the child and managed their household. Life was dull, dreary, but for the most part (save for the occasional lashings the father recieved over unsatisfactory crop yields), it was stable. The records are.....dubious at best, but this seems to be the most common interpretation of what followed. The child was naturally curious, constantly exploring, incredibly bright- and often a large source of worry for her mother. One day, amidst her wanderings, she happened upon a beaten wooden door, standing upright in the middle of the field.

Inquisitive, the child grasped its doorknob- the door abruptly swinging open and ripping the small girl onto the other side. One written account from a farmer that day speaks of a bloodcurdling scream that echoed out in the field, the lord's knights learning this upon questioning the disappearance of one of his young citizens. On the other side, the girl faced horrors, strange "things" that no human mind could ever truly comprehend. Things that abominations run and hide and shrivel up when faced with. Her parents wept, raged, searched, but their daughter was gone.

Hundreds of years later, a wooden door opened up in a field, on a certain patch of land that hadn't been used in lifetimes, and a woman donning a black dress whose color ate light, with burning ruby eyes stepped out. Her skin glistened a pale, sickly, unsettling color. Stalks of sea-green grass curled and blackened upon each step she pattered across the ground, the air hung still, animals quieted. Some believe she's death itself, others think she's a manifestation of the life from the unspeakable realm she walked into, and somehow, walked out of. People say she can reduce men into dust upon a touch, that she's everywhere yet nowhere all at once. Somewhere, in an old darkened tower, a scholar gazes upon a nearly ancient sketch found in an archduke's archives. It was of a man, a woman, and a young girl to the right, hugging her mother- all standing and smiling happily, dressed in modest clothes and clearly posing. The back of the sketch read: "Ansell, Myra, Vyria." Somewhere in an old darkened tower, a rickety wooden door opened.

Quick Stats:

Gender: Female

Race: Human (?)

Age: ???

Powers: ???

Height: 5 feet, 10 inches.

Relationships (*Indicates a canon relationship):

-Master of the trap magical boy Petti *

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