Wyther_Purle

((Art is not mine. I will gladly take it down if asked. Though I AM looking to get some art commissioned to take it's place))

The Wither...a terrifying, monstrous beast that destroys everything in it's path, and sucks the life out of all who come into contact with it, or simply come near it....or is she? Born of Soul Sand and Skulls, of course she would seem to be a monster at first...even to herself...and so, at first, she took that terrifying form, that skeletal shape, and she took to the skies to destroy all that lay before her...however, as she flew, she began to look at what she was destroying, and she felt...regret.

That was one hundred years ago. Since then, she has taken a new form, one that allows her to better blend in. She can even hide her two side heads if she wishes, and she normally does. they simply appear when she summons them. She cans till fly, but she usually doesn't. She can control her energy draining powers, and she hasn't blown anything up in at least three decades. She has even taken a name. Wyther Purle.

Wyther wishes, beyond anything else, to fit in. She wants to see what life can be like for someone who's not...a monster. She wants to believe, and to show others and make THEM believe, that she is more than her origins, more than her past. She wants a future that can make up for her past, one that can prove once and for all that she is who she makes herself to be, not how others made her.

And so now, she roams around this place, the Nexus, trying her best to make friends, so she can have people who will stand by her side and remind her that she's not a monster.