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sleepless downtown overload.

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…does the daylight bring you down?


❝ morning dawn declares itself
and mirrors stare back at my reflection… ❞



a mysterious lady from overseas. its in charge of the graveyard, more or less singlehandedly. it lives a decently nocturnal life, often out of view of most civilians. rumors frequently fly around about it having some kind of curse — the reports of which have been grately exaggerated, going from assumptions of it having occult powers, capabilities of elemental control, all kinds of scary fearmongery things. in truth it carries a far more abstract bout of bad luck.


❝ ive been dodging rain drops for 100 years ❞


mere rewi — māori — early 30s
transfem nonbinary lesbian — it/its
9w1 sp/so — phlegmatic-sanguine

I. curse

around its early 20s it was beseiged by its curse of bad luck, which it jokingly refers to as the reason it ever reached zdrengen at all. most of the details of this cursing are purposefully kept obscure. it doesn't like to talk about it. though few truly know of the extent of its inflicted limitation, chalking it up to aforementioned assumptions of devilish magic, it has vowed to keep itself devoid of other people's presences as to protect them from catching any ill will as a result of contact with it. it wholly intends to incubate its abstract disease within itself and so, hopefully die in tandem with its curse. this propensity for awareness of its own mortality is perhaps what led it to taking over zdrengen's cemetery, in the end.


II. work

as a result of its unpopular and scoundrelised reputation, mere keeps to itself, most often surrounded by dead bodies instead of living ones. it wasn't always alone — it learned the business of cremation, burial and ceremonial dues from an old woman named sulevi, who treated it with a gargantuan amount of respect from the day it first stepped into town. she eventually withered out to old age, entrusting mere with her property. most people respect this transaction, as it was evidenced in sulevi's will, though it doesn't mean anyone trusts mere at all… in fact, ever since its fully adopted the mantle of a psychopomp, people's superstitions toward death have only grown. it wishes nothing more than to dispell these notions, and moreover, to get out of everyone's way — but someone has to overlook funerals.
there's a small sect of people who do confer with it semi-regularly — the somnambulists often supervise the funerals of those who have undergone "harsh" deaths and offer their hands to make their passage out of the mortal coil a pleasant one. within these circles, mere actually gets quite chatty, excited to discuss both traditional rites and more personal matters.


III. appearance

has light green eyes accentuated with a dark share of eyeliner. people often think it looks strange because of it. its hair is long and perhaps overly sleek — often falling out of the ponytail it imposes on it. it also dons some scruffy sideburns. acne dots its face. its outfit is carefully multilayered, shrouding most of its body — three layers of fabric and glove altogether cover its arms, the peak of its body believed to be most dangerous. its gloves and boots are rubbery, often dirt-stained. chains hang off the latter, and reprise as a stitched pattern across its sweater.


IV. meta inspirations

- ramlethal valentine from guilty gear. awesome autism lady who thinks of herself as disposable. big impact there
- marcille donato from dungeon meshi. pedantic freak with dark powers. woo
- grace from pathologic. grave yard!


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