the Gelaceath

There are horror stories in my land about a being that brings calamity and tragedy everywhere she goes, the Gelaceath. That's me, although I prefer to be called Eve Bartlett. If you have any questions I'll answer them here while it's safe, Okay? :) ((Eath is from my person/life's work; Piccola Scantilla. This is a test run. If interest peeks I'll probably be more active here.)) ((Also this is a sideblog so no asks or follows. Sorry.))

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[was going to do a series of scenery things but I got kind of sidetracked. Enjoy scenery I've already drawn~]

[Sorry for the lack of updates. I haven't really been willing to draw any designs with my pen bummed the hell out ;v;]

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"You know what they say about us? It's true. The success rate of the Principalities is exactly zero. Something always gets to the Gelaceath, always. Monsters, the Holy Order, once she even died of sickness.

"That's her favorite. We just couldn't get her the medicine in time and she died. She said that was the best because she wasn't killed nor did she kill anybody. Little shit doesn't have a vengeful bone in her body. She just wants everyone to be happy and they all just want her dead. It's fucking bullshit.

"All I can do is to keep her safe and, when shit really hits the fan, kill her before she can hurt anyone. She prefers to be executed, you know? Prefers when they drag her out of her home and tear her apart in the middle of the street. That's so fucked up.

"And I? I've been abandoned, double crossed, burned, gored, and will continue to be for the rest of my unnatural life. I've never known real success. Never seen Eve off to old age. Still, I keep going and I refuse to stop.

"I can't just leave her like that."

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Dr. Nikolas

"There once was a doctor who had a lovely wife. Together they had a baby girl but his wife tried to smother her because she was evil. He tried very hard to save the girl but later he would end up finishing what his wife started. I gave him a gift before I died and he became a dae who eats other dae.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's not a very good story but even though he's not really my dad anymore he still loves me very much. That makes me happy.

"Also a little sad..."

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Rough PS timeline (tbc)

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"You're a bad man. I've seen you crush people with these hand. I'm scared."

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SINCE KASUMI IS BRINGING THAT SUBJECT UP AGAIN. THIS IS IT. THIS IS HOW THEY DO IT, OKAY? CUDDLING. /OLLIESOUT

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on occasion I pretend I can draw in SAI

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Livestream concepts

Ashe Miller Ashley Williams, Alys Taro Tali'Zorah, Girhys Kavan Garrus Vakarian

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Livestream Concepts 2/2

Karei Vekalo lotsofwords Kirrahe + Annise

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Livestream concepts 1/2

Molai Lolas Mordin Solus + Samal Samara

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The child made from darkness melted upon the world. From its sludge crawled out bones and guts that would become creatures of unspeakable shapes and sizes. They had no souls and so were damned with nothing but the sin that lays in flesh and fear. For these are the only thing the Gelaceath knows and she laid within them now as a shadowed creature with golden eyes.

I am a monster of the worst kind. I am born and my parents are robbed of the child they had hoped and dreamed of. Some of them still try to love me, others take it upon themselves to rid the world of me once again. Those who pity me will pay for their mercy in blood.

Sometimes I'm let grow to be thirteen. That's when I change and the dae come to find me. Vile creatures who would only want me dead if I was not more valuable to them alive and simply broken. So it is the people around me who suffer. Parents, siblings, friends, and anybody whose pain would mean another scar into my being. And then I break and become the monster inside me. Reality tears around me and the dae are free to feast upon as many people who become trapped within.

But sometimes they fail. They press to hard and my body dies with the trauma. Sometimes the Holy Order or someone else finds me and punishes me for being bad. And then sometimes my sister will come and save me. Then I can maybe live another happy thirteen years.

Despite how many people hate me and how many people would kill me, I love this world. There are so many beautiful things here. All the woods and deserts and all the cities and waters. The kindness people are capable of, even if it's not meant for me, is such a precious thing. It's worth it to suffer if I can see these things again.

I want to know what it's like to graduate from school. To find a job and make a wage. To find love and make children. And sometimes I am lucky enough to find these. But they rot in my fingers. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. If it is my death that is needed to protect this world than please deliver to me.

But I beg that it be just once and no more.

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Reth

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She is only a small girl aged only fourteen or so. Hair an ashen purple color and eyes that reflect the shades of sunset. Where she hails from, they are markers that a monster was born within this body. Traits belonging only to the mother of all demons, the Gelaceath. A creature dragged into the streets to be slaughtered.

Today is a more joyous occasion for her. Those little feet travel through her estate and passed the representation of her memories: shelves stacked with books. Some tomes are new and crisp, others falling apart with age, and many more dripping with stains that should not be remembered.

From these she selects one special book. One with a thick golden cover and many blank pages. Too large a story to be her own; this was a tale crafted by many. She carries it to a large red chair and sit with it cradled in her lap. Ripping one page from the beginning, the Gelaceath writes a message she has been carefully planning.

After it is finished and signed with her name she holds the page out and lets it fall into a hole. These holes are special. Something no other incarnation of her has ever had within their estate, a connection to another world. As she watches her words transform into data and stream into something called 'the extranet' she hopes that it finds those with open minds and open hearts.

Someone who will listen to her tales without fearing or hating her. She leaves the book open and waits for the words for her to speak appear. Her heart racing with a fragile hope.

'Our world is in constant decline. Our people strive to move forward but our monsters lurk in the shadows only long enough to drag us down with them. Still, we fight and struggle against these odds. Our history is writ in heroics as much as blood.

'I have lived many lives; most short. Sometimes I remember and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I think events don't have any purpose but perhaps they do. Something that's even beyond my scope. I remember these lives now, our history. I think I am meant to tell you them if you will only listen.'

((OOC->))

So, as some of you may know. I have this original universe in which Gelac Eath, Mamie Shep, and Chavali Baker are all involved. I've been taking some secret devious and probably annoying moves to try and garner interest in it. I'm just going to make a big push now and try and write a story for it with shadows of MERP characters in?

So you know. Send me a line if you're interested. The more hype I garner the more successful it's apt to be.

Question mark?

[askmamashep]

Mamie Baker the Mariel, Eve Bartlett the Gelaceath

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Entry by IIhen on TegakiE

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I'm sorry. I ran into a bit of trouble. It should be fine now. It should be...safe...

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Have you ever wished to be Human?

Human doesn't have any real meaning to me? Like, we don't have humans here. The closest thing are horune and I have been horune. I am just something more than my body. Sometimes more than that body can contain.