#about phe

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New OCs~~ (4 of the 7, minor spoilers for Shadow of the Erdtree)

Phe - a bodyguard for a Leyndell noble who, after becoming Tarnished and chased off by their once employer, joined the church of Marika as a confessor. After all, what better to take revenge on those who scorned you when you have all their secrets. After their revenge was completed, they drifted like wind through the capital, picking off targets as they so chose, before eventually disappearing from even those employers.

Melle - A Redmane Knight who joined Radahn's forces before the Shattering, seeking valor for their own name, as well as for their liege lord. After the Shattering occured, they followed Radahn through his many battles until they could no longer. As he fell further into his mind, Melle stayed with the Redmanes', all devoted to their Lord, while wishing to end his misery. Thusly, when the tournament occured, Melle lended their sword to the fight.

Estrith, Dancer of Teeth - a Hornsent Dancer in the Lands Between, Estrith was once a temple dancer who accompanied the Dancing Lion during ceremonies and celebrations. With the invasion of Messmer's flame knights they turned their dancing to the deadlier side of the trade, now stalking knights and tarnished alike through shadows to give them all swift and beautiful deaths.

Astri - One of Melania's cleanrot knights and a survivor of the battle of Caelid, though not without her own rot spreading more aggressively, Astri was not able to regroup with other surviving Cleanrot Knights. Though they received word of Melania's return to the Haligtree, she decided against returning, and instead turned her attention towards Miquella, hoping that the kindly young Lord would be able to ease Malenia's condition. Urged by her duty to her lord, Astri traveled to the lands of shadow in the hopes of finding Miquella.

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Muse Addition: Phe

Once a bodyguard for lords and ladies of the sunlight - sunless - realm; they grew up within a poor family, and in order to have fewer mouths to feed, were kicked out by their once parents to fend for their life on their own. Clawing and grasping for food, and often getting into fights to keep what scraps they could, they learned through harsh lessons, bruises and cuts across their body, and the scorn that came from living on the streets, how to move their body within a fight. Turning such skills into a living came with a cost, but nothing they thought outweighed the benefit of receiving food and shelter, not even the degradation or the eventual loss of their voice, of their belief they had a voice.

Their death is a mystery to themself, save for the memory and phantom ache of burning pain in their chest and left arm. When they awoke after the initial moment of this pain, they were in a pile of corpses, the sound of the gravedigger humming accompanied their desperate escape, nimble hands stealing what they could as they slipped into the night.