Whispers

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NAME : Whispers

TITLE :  The Sisters, Indentured Servants of The Withering One, Favored Attendant to the Lady of Decay

CLASS :  Warlock

SUBCLASS :  Undead

RACE :  Hexblood

ALIGNMENT :  Neutral Evil

AGE : ??? (adult)

HEIGHT :  5’2” / 157cm

GENDER : Female

PRONOUNS : She/Her They/Them We/Us

SEXUALITY : Asexual

CHARACTERISTICS
Inexhaustible, Curious, Impulsive, Willful, Feral, Whimsical, Subdued, Ruthless, Vigilant

Shared Traits, Younger Sister, Elder Sister

PERSONALITY

Kind yet cruel, quiet yet loud; dead yet still living. Whispers is a contradiction, two egos fighting endlessly for control over one corporeal form. But just as often as the Whispers are discordant, so too can they harmonize. The sisters are vastly different at their cores, but they share in their impulsive nature and stubborn willfulness – whether to good ends or to bad.

The youngest sister is whimsical and subdued. When in their dormant state, this whisper has control. She acts in her own simple interests, but tends toward nature’s law and reason. Though she is far from gentle, she is not without a twisted sense of empathy toward all living things. She hopes that they might find a way to continue living; to heal and grow from the pain. It is her most fervent wish to be separated once again, that they might live out their days together in peace.

The eldest sister is the closest to death; brought back from the beyond and transposed into this body. She sleeps often – gathering strength for when she is needed. This whisper is ruthless and unforgiving, quick to violence and ever vigilant. When in danger or invoking their form of dread, this whisper is by far the loudest, wrestling away control to protect them both from harm. She seeks a way to finally be put to rest, to free her soul from servitude, and to meet her family once again as her true self and nothing more.

Whispers’ long servitude to the Lady of Decay has twisted their perception of people, and, to some extent, reality itself. They are unburdened by the judgment of others, the structure of polite society having given way to feral impulse. Feelings of shame are foreign to them, and manners are an alien concept. How very charming they find the material plane, a place that seems so strange and yet so very familiar. It is this exact curiosity – the feeling that something important is missing – that drives them to seek out the company of mortals whenever their mistress turns a blind eye. When part of just such a group, they will participate as a willing member so long as it is to their benefit, bearing in mind that all thoughts and actions are made as equals. In pursuit of answers and greater strength, they are dogged. Like starving hounds, they are inexhaustible – for what else besides the vaguest hope is there to continue on as they are?

Do they wish to die? Do they wish to live?
The two still have yet to agree on an answer.

BONDS

NPC - Sister - Whisper

NPC - Mother - ?

NPC - Father - ?

GOALS
-  To find a way to separate herself from her sister and undo their pact
-  To find a way to experience a just and proper death
-  To fully recall their names and memories from the time before the pact
-  To find their way “home” (they have forgotten their family and where they once lived)

OOC GOALS
-  For Whispers to remember, regain or foster a new sense of self
-  For Whispers to re-learn what it was like to be loved by and to love others
-  For Whispers to find a reason to continue living, even if or in spite of discovering a way to properly die

Background : Haunted One

“Please,” the young girl whispered, “—I never want to be separated from my sister ever again.”
…and so, her one true wish was granted.

Once upon a time, a pair of unremarkable sisters lived in a tiny town on the edge of Kavash. In this tiny town was a tiny house, and in this tiny house lived a tiny family. Together, the tiny family lived in harmony as they happily went about their tiny lives. Being tiny as they were, the siblings and their town themselves were not worth mentioning. Unfortunately, this tiny town was a part of something larger. You see, this town was the most infinitesimal fraction of the autumn court’s domain, and because of this, in spite of it’s utter worthlessness, it would burn all the same.

The summer court’s army arrived on humid winds, the sky stained black with ashen smoke.

The insignificants fled hand-in-hand as the forward march neared. They bobbed and wove through the trees as branches ripped and tore at their nightgowns, bare feet bitten by sharpened stones. Just before the two ran out of strength, they ducked into their favorite hiding spot — an old knotted tree with a hollowed bottom.

Their pursuers would inevitably catch up with them, hunting the unremarkable children like rabbits through the twisted wood. The soldiers made a little game of their chase for precious seconds of amusement, and as their hunters came upon them, the two held hands as they shook beneath the shadow of the tree. Then, as the footfalls neared and stopped, the eldest sister smiled, wiped the youngest’s tears, then silently crawled out to meet them.

The hunters did not waste time – their game was at an end. It was all over in less than a second as her body fell to the earth, a disembodied head rolling through the dirt before coming to a stop in front of the hollowed tree. The sisters stared into one another’s eyes for a time that felt as if it had no end. Though one was living and one was dead, neither dared breathe; even as the footfalls of the summer war party fell far and silent.

Day would break over the ashes of the tiny town; and only then did the youngest sister crawl out from beneath the hollow tree. Scooping up her sister’s head in her arms, the tiny girl stumbled through the forest. Her parents had told her not to travel this way alone, but those warnings hardly mattered to her now. Their voices were so distant… So lonely. Like whispers on the wind, their memory flew past her ears as she tread deeper and deeper into the wood.

“Sister,” the youngest sibling breathed, “Do you think the stories about the wood are true? Do you think we really have Guardians?” The sleeping sister did not reply. “Why do you think they didn’t come to help us before? Do you think they would help us now?” The sleeping sister remained as silent as the night that fell upon them.

Bones creaking and muscles screaming, the youth could walk no further. She fell to her knees, trying and failing to catch her breath as the chill night air clawed at her lungs. Cradling her sister in her arms, her vision went dim at the edges, heartbeat slowing as she stared up at the stars through the canopy above. Just as her eyes grew too heavy to keep open, she glimpsed a figure; obscured by the shadows of the branches above. Summoning the last of her strength, the girl reached out with a shaking hand to the Guardian.

“Please,” the young girl whispered, “—I never want to be separated from my sister ever again.”

Pain. It arced through their body like liquid fire, consuming them from the inside. The sisters opened four eyes at once and screamed, their voices harmonized as one. The creature watched them as they writhed, knowing. It rummaged through their mind, taking hold of their true names, stealing away their memories from before.

“Whispers.” it said, eyes narrowing into pale crescents.
“Whispers,” the joined sisters repeated, kneeling at its feet. “—our name is Whispers.”

TLDR

- Former residents of the Fae-touched lands of Kavash, two sisters lived in a small town aligned with the autumn court.

- The autumn lands were besieged and invaded by a war party belonging to the summer court, and their hometown was razed.

- One of the sisters survived, hidden away by the other who sacrificed herself to conceal her.

- The young girl sought out an autumn court hag that she knew of only in folktale as one of “The Guardians” and begged for a deal so that she would never be separated from her twin sister ever again.

- In doing so, she unintentionally forged a warlock pact, forfeiting her name and memories to become an indentured servant.

- Monkey’s paw; the sisters became a horrific amalgamation in a complete perversion of magic. No longer two separate entities, the two form bits and pieces of one whole. It is difficult to tell where one’s mind and body ends and the other begins.

- In doing this, they discovered that they would rather have died naturally than become the perversion of reality they are now, but know that neither their body nor soul will ever be free while under the pact.

- Seeks now a way to be freed from her pact of indentured servitude to the Fae, and to undo the curse they inflicted upon themselves. To be fully separate once more and, if it were impossible to continue living separately, to both be granted a right, true and natural end. Since then, the two have become one, names long stolen by time. Alone, each but is a formless gust of air scraping uselessly against your ears; but together, they are Whispers.

LEVEL : Level 1

STATS 

STR : 11 (+1) = 12
DEX : 16
CON : 16
INT : 7
WIS : 14 (+2) = 16
CHA : 16

FEATS
N/A

TRIVIA

-  Will respond to She/Her or They/Them, but uses exclusively “We” or “Us” to refer to themselves.
-  Each sister had a wildly different personality before they became one, and so their whims often fight one another for control. They are very prone to split-second, spur of the moment decisions.
-  Does not wear shoes or clothes; instead is wrapped in rags and bandages. When in towns, they don a simple hempen cloak and keep their head down, a sheet of worn cloth and disguise-self the only thing standing between them and flames at the stake.

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