New nnt oc! (Well kind of)
Long ago in the hidden folds of Britannia, twin daughters were born under a sky streaked with starlight—Merlin and Arlain. Though twins by blood, their paths could not have been more different. Merlin was brilliant, confident, and destined for greatness. Arlain was quiet, observant… and forgotten.
Merlin left—seeking knowledge and power, never once looking back. Arlain was left behind, abandoned with their father, a cold and loveless man who saw her as a mistake he couldn’t fix. She grew up invisible, unloved, surviving in the empty space between neglect and loneliness.
And then, one fateful winter night, her life nearly ended. At thirteen, wounded and alone, Arlain collapsed in the snow, bleeding out. With no one to save her, she whispered a desperate plea: “I wish to walk forever on this earth—”
She never finished the wish.
Time itself stopped. From the stillness emerged Tempus, the god of time. He saw her suffering, and—for reasons unknown—pitied her. Before her breath faded, he blessed her. Immortality took root in her soul before she understood what she had asked for. The cost? A life with no end. No escape. No peace.
As the years turned into centuries, Arlain bore the marks of her curse: wreath-like sigils carved into every joint, and one on her left ring finger—a symbol of a vow never meant to be completed. Her immortality cannot be broken by magic or blade. Only Tempus himself can undo what was done.
Hidden from history, Arlain developed her unique magic: Copy. Unrecognized in her youth, it allows her to replicate any magic type and match a person’s power level—for a time. But her power is tied to understanding. She must know what she’s copying, down to the soul. Her brilliance lies not in raw strength, but in comprehension and adaptation.
Despite her power, Arlain does not seek glory or vengeance. She only wants to be free. Free of the curse. Free of the centuries. Free to die.
But as darkness grows and the balance of the world begins to bend, Arlain senses a shift in the river of time. Perhaps Tempus is watching once more—and perhaps, at long last, she’ll find the end she was never allowed to reach.
That’s all. You will see more of her in the future. I hope you like her
