⏾⋆ 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐓. ⏾⋆
⏾⋆ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒: The Moondreamer / Moondreamer Cookie.
⏾⋆ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒: DnD wise, The Great Fool Patron Warlock with Shadowmilk as her faith.
⏾⋆ 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Court jester of The Spire of Deceit. [ Likes to overseer the spire as well and act as an improvised bodyguard. Any excuse to use her new magic. ]
⏾⋆ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: Normal vs cookie form!
⏾⋆ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: Once upon a time, the responsibilities the fates bestowed upon the formerly chosen prophet became too much for one clown to bear — and thus, was willing to do ANYTHING to get the voices and visions out of her spinning head.
A BLESSED serpent in disguise heard the poor jester’s cries upon one fateful day, granting her an offer that could CHANGE HER ENTIRE LIFE FOR THE BETTER — with one bite of the FORBIDDEN APPLE, all of those troublesome divinities will no longer hold a candle to the MIRACLE she would transform into. Sharing the woes in being DISCARDED BY GRACE, done wrong by those who once believed so highly of them, and the passion for theatrical tomfoolery, the serpent promised to give the clown exactly what she yearned for all this life.
A STAGE, A NEVER-ENDING PLAY, A WHIMSICAL PARADISE FREE FROM THE FATES’ PESTERING PROPHECY.
Thus, the former cleric eagerly bit into the apple — and just like that, the voices that once crowded her mind STOPPED ALL AT ONCE. A wide grin spreads across painted lips, filled with OVERWHELMING GLEE. Her divinity bled out of her alongside her clerical prowess — swiftly substituted with the CHAOTIC MAGIC OF TRICKERY AND DECEIT, transforming the jester into none other the serpent’s DECEITLING.
And Eve could never be HAPPIER.
⏾⋆ Upon seeing how utterly unhinged Smilk’s mental state was, Eve began to slowly break away from the spell and become more and more wary of what she was becoming as a person. Now positive that her mind had been tampered with, the sheep became determined to both find out who she was meant to be before her corruption — as well as a cure for whatever BLIGHT was messing with her former master’s mind.
This led her to the Ancients, seeking solace and aid as the timeline went into disarray. She went by ‘Fable’ — the cookie who was destined to prove that not all fairytales were just LIES AND HAPPINESS.
Upon coming to terms with the ATROCITIES SHE HAD COMMITTED AS THE DECEIT SHEEP, Eve could no longer bear to look at herself in the mirror. Countless innocent cookies treated like toys, marionetted, TORN APART BY MERE LIES — Eve knew this was not herself and couldn’t help but hold a GRUDGE against the deceit trio. She had only asked to be broken from the whims of the fates, not to be transformed into a VOLATILE COOKIE.
From here, Eve sought Salt Cellar Cookie, begging her to take her to the Kala Namak Lake in order to desperately complete the trials to complete her repentance. Something in her heart SCREAMED FOR REDEMPTION AND JUSTICE — and that she found it, nearly at the BOTTOM OF THE SALTY LAKE.
Though Eve didn’t have to jump in the lake, she desired to bring herself RIGHT TO THE BRINK OF CRUMBLING IN ORDER TO SEE THE LIGHT OF WHAT SHE HAD LOST. Memories replayed of her long forgotten life — the circus she had lost due to a TRAGEDY, her parents giving in to the CORRUPTION OF WEALTH AND FAME, her now strong dislike for currency, her fey best friend being MURDERED in front of her, how many people had PERISHED, becoming a WARDEN OF THE FEYWILD, HOW MUCH SOLIDARITY AND THE PROTECTION OF HER PEOPLE MEANT TO HER.
Swearing the oath to EMBRACE THE DOWNTRODDEN AND REMEMBER THE TORMENTED, Eve swam back up to the surface — and her raven haircing had been bleached to a salty, faded winter, her apricot eyes becoming a misty, blizzard of silver.
From here, Eve became dually known as either Fable or Moon Salt Cookie — with only cookies from her before redemption arc calling her Eve scarcely.
