White Words | Eliza Rickman
[Black fog slow- crawling over the hillside Cold words go, calling under the outside Slain for no falling down on the inside Lay me low- turn your back on our heart fight]
-shadow wraith trapped in human form, searching for a way to return to her former glory, death & destruction follow her where ever she goes, but wants to do good, too kind of a soul (if she actually had one), whispers that she may be a valuable weapon-
» Everything has a value, provided it appears at the right place at the right time. It’s a matter of recognizing that value, that quality and then transform it into something that can be used. «
theme music | https://8tracks.com/monalisamarie/geibel
—Title/Role/Job/Whatever: Herald of Death | was brought to the kingdom by the untimely and violent deaths; usually ushers passed soul onward and then seeks to punish where applicable
—Age: seems to be older than god himself, not exactly sure, looks to be about 23
—Positive Traits | witty, is the kind of person to lose it if they accidentally step on a bug, cunning, chagrinly cheerful – optimistic, a new lease on life in her lovely meat suit.
—Negative Traits | helplessly vengeful, is prone to manic episodes and anger, righteous, has an unfortunate and wild flare for the dramatic, prone to acting out sexually, can oftentimes bury her head in the sand.
—Likes | birdsong, flowers, thunderstorms, what she can do with her new body, finding happy endings (as rare as they are), being female.
—Dislikes | witchcraft (although understands it to be a necessity and is familiar to the practices), has found out she hates the taste of mushrooms and various wild roots, having human senses.
—Goals/Objectives | get out of her human body, somehow fix the whole violent patricide and infanticide incident and help the transition of power flow smoothly into the proper hands.
—Fears | that she stay a slave to the bidding of the grim, death, and his motives. Moving on to her afterlife. Acting on her cruel nature, snapping.
—Strengths | resourceful, a strong spirit, passionate, knowledge of “the other side”, a wealth of otherworldly and dangerous powers not yet tried in her human form.
—Weaknesses | being new to interacting so closely with humans she can be easily manipulated, naivety, a new penchant for men, a desperate need to “be good”
—Hair | dark brown; textured
—Remarkable Features | tooth gap, eerie dead calculated stare
—Style/Aesthetic | renaissance couture, botticelli’s primavera, drapery, and adornment, with minimal lines, prone to dramatic eye looks, wearing white, black, red, purple, or nothing.
Geibel is assumed to be as old as time, or at least she cannot remember a time when she was not a pan-dimensional being tasked to carry out Death’s bidding, act as a welcoming party to the Grim, and host to any ghastly act of violence or debauchery soon to pass. Geibel isn’t even her first name, it was given to her when she initially passed into the shadow. Originally she was a powerful dark-witch and in an ill-advised, last ditch attempt to save herself from old age, persecution, and increase her powers she made a mistake that cost her life and subsequently her soul (not that she remembers that, it was so long ago, and so much evil has passed through her memory). It belongs to Death now, and oh does he let her know. She was transformed into a Wraith, a dark harbinger of ill omen and vicious action. Usually planted to cause mayhem and influence humanity to act on their most depraved fantasies. They also carry souls over to the afterlife, usually to hell. So there’s some righteous satisfaction to the job.
As Geibel has seen the slow march of the eons pass she became more and more sensitive to the plight of humanity’s frailty and their capacity for good. She began to empathize, something she hadn’t done in the eons before. She grew tired of seeing the tragedy that befell the virtuous, and the seemingly endless stream of gore and pure evil that she aided in carrying out. It became too much for her massless form to take. She, one dark and lonely day said no. A she had adhered to a quiet family and at her master’s behest slowly pushed them to unravel. The eldest son had slaughtered their only cow, and in a horrifying display; ate the innards raw before going mad and disappearing. The mother took her infant into the forest and left it there before jumping into a ravine. The second son was gored on the family goat, and eventually all that was left was a father and their indentured kitchen maid from a neighboring village. She, despite her good sense, had stayed with what was left of the family, taking care of the recovered infant and taking on the duties of the mother. The girl was quite young for all her responsibility and was forgetful and clumsy under all that weight. The father had begun to lose his mind, -at Geibel’s specific rumination- he was lost and lonely without his family. Angry at the gods for his misfortune, his sense began to cloud, each day the kitchen maid began to seem more and more like his lovely lost wife. He would beat her for her mistakes, and withhold her meals as punishment.
It was bad enough to witness the carnage of the last few months but Geibel could see what lecherous plans the Father had for this child the lonelier and angrier he got. A late and particularly brutal afternoon, he made his move and Geibel caved. Her intervention, once she came to, caused the immediate and sound death of the Father and granted the maid her freedom. She had materialized as a shrouded being, the father bleeding from his eyes upon the wooden slats of the small cottage. She solemnly raised a disembodied finger to the maid.
“GO NOW FROM THIS EVIL- RETURN HOME. YOU WILL BE SAFE IN YOUR PASSAGE. BURN THIS UNHOLY PLACE TO ASHES. TAKE THE BABE. GO NOW”
She engulfed herself in purple fog and escaped back to the shadow. She willed the child to safety and bid her good luck for her life. A strong and powerful stroke of cosmic action. One she was not allowed. Immediately she was pulled to the presence of Death. A Punishment was delegated; she was demoted and thrown from the shadow. Tasked with the primordial cleanup at the castle, to work closely and directly under Chaos himself. A cruel and withering station, directly under his scalding stare.
The morning of the King’s death she awoke in a field, not far from the castle walls, forced into human flesh. Little did she remember of her past missions, only what she was commanded at her trial.
-Exploit it however possible
Although she has her marching orders, we’ll see. Geibel grew something dangerous that day she let that girl go.
—Family | -None- (that she can recall, in her human life, she of course had a mother and a father and a sister, but they are so long dead now, it would have been thousands of years in the past)
—Friends | Night, and Darkness -although now she’s been banished to human form we’ll see-
—Romances | Styx (once, when she was dragging the wicked off to hell they would meet often)
