PLAYED BY: Leticia Gonzalez
CHARACTER NAME: Eden
PRONOUN(S): She/Her
CLASS: Cleric
AGE: 69
RACE: Celestine Syndar
KNOWN SKILLS: She was a jouster on Faedrun and fights with a spear.
BIRTHPLACE: She was born to a Calavera family on Faedrun.
APPEARANCE: She has gold skin and almost always wears a blind mask.
RUMORS: She’s been seen talking to the air like she’s speaking to another person, no ones quite sure if her losses on Faedrun broke her mind or if she’s speaking to Nythara.
BIO:
There is incredible peace in the shadows. There is hiding in shadows, love in shadows. To be wrapped in shadow is to be swaddled by Nythara – embraced by equilibrium and peace.
She learned of Nythara late in life. She had already lost everything to the undead. The shadows of Faedrun were too hungry – they took and took and left nothing behind. There was no balance or equilibrium, only pain. When the sun rose on her Faedrun for the last time – she was on a ship headed away from it. There was no beauty or hope, only loss and ashes. She knew that she had surely lost everything already. The family she was initially born to was an Io’Larian tribe probably lost to the war. The Enlightened who raised her hadn’t reached her before the Fall, before she’d been stuffed on to a ship that she later learned was part of the final group to reach the new land. Her chosen family, the few Syndar she was unsure she could go on without, were…
To her, there was no mystery. Her Faedrun was already long gone.
Her days on the ship were long. Traveling alone gave her no one to talk to but other humans and syndar who did nothing but stare. Her gold skin reflected the sun and made her a beacon of light in the vast ocean. The others on the ship looked like they viewed her the way many other Celestine were viewed, like she could be a leader to them, be their light.
“This must be what the Hollowed feel like,” she thought to herself. “Like not even the sun could bring me warmth.”
She took to staying below deck where the sun could not touch her. Hiding behind crates, washed in shadows so that she couldn’t be anyone’s hope. She would’ve let the shadows swallow her whole those days, if it was possible. Disappearing in darkness so deep there would be nothing for her skin to reflect, no eyes to catch on her a stick the way the people on the boat did.
Stepping off the ship was the lightest step she took in weeks. It was night when they docked. She carried nothing but a bag of letters and her spear – the spear she’d been given by someone who was consumed by the undead. It was meant to be her hope. Like someday she might return to them – go back to her life of jousting for entertainment after warring with the undead as part of a cavalry unit. There was no going back now. There was no one waiting for her to return and there were no horses to carry her.
It was on Mardrun where she learned of the Ebon Veil. She learned of Nythara and how her love of the shadows had never truly been just in her mind – it must have always been Nythara calling to her. Calling her to her true meaning even through her pain. She took to wearing a mask so she would always have a shadow over her eyes. It gave her space to hide, to explore, it meant she would always see a world bathed in Nythara’s embrace rather than the empty, barren land that held no one and nothing she held dear.
To become a Knight of the Ebon Veil, there is nothing she can think would ever bring her peace but this. To feed Nythara’s power and be welcomed into her embrace is her ultimate goal and only current purpose in life.