Eucliwood Hellscythe

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  • Name: Eucliwood Hellscythe
  • Gender: Female
  • Nicknames: Yuu, Eu, Eucli
  • Race: Human+
  • Class: Necromancer
  • Alignment: True Neutral
  • Deity: All of Hell
  • Age: Likely 100+
  • Body Type: Feminine but petite
  • Height: 4'9"
  • Weight: Unknown, heavier thanks to her armor and condensed magic
  • Complexion: Pale, but not pasty!
  • Hair: Very long, nearly long enough to touch the ground. A pale white, or pretty silver. Silken to the touch.
  • Eyes: Starry-blue, tragic in any light.. both sad and beautiful at once.
  • Handedness: Left-handed
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Very quiet, touchy on the subject of death, otherwise a 'honey badger' of sorts. A very sweet girl, despite her common lack of words, and her title as 'the' Necromancer of Hell
  • Mannerisms: Likely to slap one who speaks to another in a manner such as, 'You should just die!', 'Go die in a ditch!', nearly never speaks, communication is 90% notes, 10% body language
  • Likes: Tea, sweets, quiet nights, listening to others that are willing to speak to her
  • Dislikes: People who take death lightly, those who wish to take her magic for their own(it's dangerous stuff!)

• Description

  Only four feet, nine inches total, if you don't count the extra bit of height from her armor, Eucliwood Hellscythe is one of the few in this world with the title of Necromancer that isn't even remotely evil. Her job is far from what one would expect. Rather than bringing back the dead to conquer, she brings back the dead that have not done wrong, who are destined for only good things, while bringing the souls of the impure to Hell. Eucliwood's armor is quite sturdy, but it is not entirely for bodily defense. If anything, it is more for the safety of others! It suppresses her magic, dampening both quality and quantity by trapping it in her body even further than it already is. Even so, it leaks out, easily contaminating magic-sensitive objects, tainted enough to leave misty-purple footprints, in an old house or manor, where there is a lot of dust. Eucliwood is so packed full of magic, that so much as a single word is enough to kill! But of course, she does not speak in such a manner. Never again. Death is a very serious thing to her. A simple verb, an accidental slipping of the tongue, and there would be chaos. A conversation with herself, a proverbial plethora of practically world-ending daemon summonings and meteor storms.. she may have magic, and she may know spells, but you will never catch her using them.
  
  So distraught by the idea of Death is this Necromancer, that she'd heal another after any injury, despite siphoning that pain into herself in doing so. In bringing back the dead, she is obligated to experience their last pains and feelings, whether fear, sadness, or anger. With any word she speaks that invokes magic on another, a building pain in her head, enough to send a grown man into tears. Life truly is bittersweet, for this girl.
  
  She stood at a minute height, and hurt only those who had no sense other than to kill, and even then, this was when she absolutely had to. She was petite, with thin arms and legs, a barely athletic frame disguised by billowy purple and thick armor. Pale skin, beautifully sad eyes, long silver hair.. a fair frame, fit for a small princess, really. And yet, she'd sooner spend her days wandering the Earth, doing naught but making the world the way it was intended to be.