En

En

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Relatives	unknown
Languages	Common, understands French on a certain level
Affiliations	The Abzcar Pits (previous)
Place of Birth	Northern Amusa
Species	changeling (previous) undetermined (current)
Gender	En is genderfluid but presents as female. While she usually refers to herself in feminine terms, she has no preference or aversion to other gendered terms.
Height	5'2"
Eye Color	red
Aliases/Nicknames	Llamia (Llami for short) Faminae (Fami for short) Loki “Little Sprout” and “Sonny Boy” to her friend Gio
Age	22

En is a jack of all trades, a scavenger, and a collector of magical items. She originally made a brief appearance in Fären the half-elf’s backstory, before she joined the Fantasial Freeze campaign as a player character a few months later.

Given Name: En

Class: Skinshifter/Partial Expert

Background: Artisan

Physical Appearance

En is five feet and two inches tall and quite petite. She has pale skin and heavy-lidded, large red eyes with very long, white eyelashes. She has a very cute face and is quite pleased with herself for having one. Her pale, almost-white hair is short, fluffy, and very asymmetrically cut. She always seems to have mild bruises and abrasions on her arms and legs, especially around her knees. There is a rune on her lower back, the base of her neck and on her torso in between her ribs. They appear on the skin like a fresh tattoo, raised from the surface, a bloody-blackish color, swirling like magma bubbling up from beneath the ground. They seem to move and shift, as though they are alive. She has long, sharp horns coming out of the sides of her head, small, pointed fangs and a forked tongue. She also has a spaded tail.

En enjoys cute clothes and has a good sense of fashion. She wears a pair of knee-high, iron-toed boots decorated with countless black leather straps. They have a large platform sole, adding about two inches to her height. She wears low-waisted brown shorts made of animal pelts and leather, as well as a cropped, high-necked vest of patchwork orange, red and brown leathers, tailored to fit her perfectly. She has fingerless gloves of the same material that extend halfway up her forearms, and many pouches and odd-looking tools attached to her waist and thighs with leather belts. Her attire is decorated with straps, pieces of scrap metal and splashes of hand-painted bright orange and yellow. A pair of goggles with large red lenses hang around her neck, which she wears both when working on her crafts and when the sun is too bright. They are both magnifying and protective for the eyes. On her back she carries a large backpack containing her collection of interesting items, gadgets and gizmos. She wears an amulet with a circular depression in the center where it seems a gemstone should be. On the belt around her waist is a small doll resembling a man, sloppily stitched together and a little dirty. When the weather is too cold to wear her usual revealing attire, she dons a heavy cream-colored cloak stitched together with bright red thread and a red scarf to bury her face in, donning her goggles to protect her eyes.

Certain demon-related circumstances may cause her appearance to change quite vastly. It begins with the shift of skin, hair, fingertips and eye color, before the body transforms into something entirely non-humanoid. She grows paler when sleepy, reddish-pink when hungry, and charcoal black when consumed by wrath.

Personality

En is clever, creative and confident. There are very few things that can frighten her, and she remains levelheaded in the face of danger. She is good at working with others, as long as she finds them interesting. She lives in her own mind, rarely explaining what she does or why, acting on whims that only make sense to her, sometimes carrying out conversations entirely by herself. Having grown up around thugs and intimidating types, she is good at handling them, never backing down and often winning them over with her unflinching attitude. She is kind to children and animals, and she especially likes cats. She enjoys lending her skills to others, partially to show off and partially because she enjoys it, whether it be modifying their armor or making them an intricate little gift out of metal scraps.

En has quite the affection for aesthetics and values her appearance greatly, taking great pride in her charming features. Thus, she is quite insecure about her demonic transformations and doesn’t like to be seen in her halfway states of being. For her own safety, she prefers to keep the existence of her demons to herself, but also because she is rather shy about it. She is afraid that people will stop liking her if they find out about her ugly side- both visually and ethically. She views her cannibalistic gluttony as an embarrassing habit, rather than a terrifying one.

En catches feelings easily and is quite forward about it- boldly pursuing anyone she finds cute. Unfortunately, she can be rather overbearing and possessive of those she becomes romantically involved with. While her wrath is usually not a problem, she doesn’t handle romantic rejection easily, and multiple ex-boyfriends have accidentally become her dinner. She is also highly protective over her collection of odd items, only sharing them when she wants to. If any of them go missing, she won’t rest until she gets the item back. She has a soft spot for her lifelong friend Gio and would do anything for his sake.

History

Early Life:

En was an unwanted child. After her mother died in childbirth, she was left under the care of a small abbey on the northern coast of Amusa. The nuns at the abbey were deeply disturbed by the little changeling child, believing her powers of mimicry to be a deeply unholy act. The eldest of the nuns was a terrible old woman, who was convinced that En was a demon sent to curse them all. On the child’s fifth birthday the old nun took it upon herself to bring En to the edge of the Abzcar Canyon and leave her there, where she was sure the little thing would be eaten up by whatever beasts resided within.

Young En was instead discovered by four dangerous-looking fellows emerging from the canyon itself, covered in dirt and blood, all wielding multiple deadly-looking weapons. The youngest of the fellows, a boy of barely twenty named Gio, insisted that they take the girl home with them. The rest protested, but Gio refused to take no for an answer, brandishing his weapons about and yelling in colorful French until they half-heartedly gave in. Gio’s home turned out to be an underground arena in the Luggland Hills known as the Abzcar Pits. This fighting ring was quite illegal, and quite the popular attraction for daring warriors and magic-users looking to prove their strength. Spectators would gather to place bets and watch as the challengers battled not only each other, but ferocious beasts as well, handpicked from the Abzcar Canyon.

Life in the Arena:

En spent her youth in the care of Gio, who treated her with nothing but kindness. He made sure she was well fed and cared for, brought her books to read and treasures from his travels. He taught her how to fight, survive, paint and to understand all his French expletives. Gio was a genius of sorts- he seemed to know everything. He had been all over Quelmar, his various illegal affiliations leading him wherever the law happened to be looking the other way. He was currently making his living by travelling into the Abzcar Canyon with his crew and capturing beasts for the arena. Most adventurers who entered the dangerous canyon never returned, but somehow Gio and his three companions always returned somewhat intact. Whether they were unbeatable or just lucky was hard to determine, but the masters of the arena paid them well for their efforts. Gio would reason that gold, liquor and drugs were enough of an incentive to bring him home no matter how perilous the scenario seemed. Young En was unsure about the validity of this statement, but she didn’t question it too much, trusting his judgement for better or worse.

While Gio was away on his expeditions, En would spend her time tinkering with the treasures he had given her, tearing them apart and turning them into something new to surprise her friend with when he returned. She would often ask to accompany Gio on his journeys, aching to know what mysteries the canyon contained, but the young man would gently tell her that it was far too dangerous for a little sprout like her, and that he would take her when she was older.

Starting in her early teenage years, she began to work on the sidelines of the arena, collecting money, cleaning up blood, and feeding the beasts caged within. Nobody but Gio was very interested in getting along with the girl, and they usually kept their distance. En was quite the fearless child though, and refused to let their sideways glances get her down. She talked to the beasts like pets and found it quite amusing when they snapped and bit at her. When the customers became rowdy with her over money disputes, she would hold her ground until they paid what they owed, smiling sweetly the entire time. Meanwhile, she had become quite the skilled craftsperson and had taken it upon herself to add a little dazzle and decor to the once dismal arena. She decorated the ring itself with bright paint and hung vibrant textile banners from the stands. She synthesized potions to create colorful clouds of smoke, and designed flashy costumes for the participants to wear. Whenever a particularly nasty fight would damage the ring itself, she would patch it up with ease. Warriors and wizards began to seek her out for last minute touch ups to their weapons and armor, which she would happily agree to as long as they didn’t mind a little pizzazz thrown in along with the improvement. She was always rather lonely without anyone besides Gio to talk to, thus her only way of being seen was to show off her talent wherever she could. Nobody could ignore a girl with such an outgoing attitude and eccentric style.

En Enters the Canyon:

When En was eighteen, Gio left for an expedition and did not return. His companions, upon their arrival, told En that they had gotten separated in the canyon after a fearsome creature ambushed them from above. En packed her things immediately and set out to find her friend, ignoring the men’s warnings of the horrors waiting within.

The girl made her way to the canyon floor, her pathway dimly lit by rippling cracks of magma seeping through the ground. All around En, the air seemed to whisper, hissing in her ears like a serpent ready to strike. It so happened that (for protection) En had brought with her every magical object she had collected over the years, both from Gio and from a few generous strangers who paid her for her equipment modifications. They seemed to hum with energy as she walked down the treacherous path. Around her neck she wore an amulet with a white crystal in the center. This amulet she had taken a liking to quite some time ago, purely for its appearance, unaware at the time of the dark magic that resided within it. Every dark force in the cavern now watched the girl from afar, the crystal’s power luring them in. Even En’s fearlessness began to waver as she felt an oppressive force creeping in from all sides. She walked quicker, then broke into a run, dodging between the shadows, into the darkest hollow she could find. She had hoped to hide herself away, but instead found herself falling into a black abyss.

For what seemed like an eternity she spiraled downwards in the nothingness, her senses fading, everything becoming abstract in the empty space. Then something cold and thick met her falling body and a heavy, tar-like liquid swallowed her whole. It seeped into her lungs, her throat, her eyes, ears, mouth, skin. The breath left her lungs, and her consciousness dimmed.

There was pain. A horrible hurt, a boiling fever in her blood that raged white-hot beneath her flesh, pulsing behind her eyes until she was sure they would burst out of her skull.

Then, a heartbeat. A slow, fluttering pulse. Gentle, warm.

The aforementioned crystal within her amulet held a very special curse within itself. The wearer could use its power to remove the souls of living beings and transfer them between bodies. When En fell into what would come to be known as a Sinpool, the demonic essence within the pool grabbed hold of this power, ripping out a good chunk of En’s soul before leaping in to fill the empty gaps, merging with her body and mind. It attempted to eat away at the rest, but her remaining soul held strong. While most creatures would fall victim to such a monstrous attack in an instant, En was different. Changelings are born quite aware of the soul, due to their natural ability to change the shape of the body that surrounds it. Therefore their souls are tougher than most, like a well-trained muscle, and cannot be destroyed so easily. So En survived, emerging from the hole in the ground in time to watch the night shift into dawn. But En was not just En anymore. There were others within her, whispering, clamoring, elbowing each other for room. But at least she wasn’t alone. With that thought she closed her eyes and felt the world fade away.

Her next memory was a blurry vision of Gio’s face hovering over her, shouting something she couldn’t hear. She was hungry, so terribly hungry. Something terrible was happening to her. Everything ached, burned, boiled. When she came to, she tasted blood and skin in her teeth. Her body was strange, her mind even stranger. She knew their names, the three within her, where they came from, what they were, and what she now was. In fact, it felt as though she had never been anyone else.

Gio’s body was resting against the rocky wall of the canyon. His left arm was missing and blood covered the ground between them. En realized the taste in her mouth was him. All Gio had on him was his weapon. Dipping the sword into a pool of magma, she used the hot metal of the blade to cauterize what was left of his bleeding arm, apologizing again and again for what she’d done. Afterwards, they made their way out of the canyon slowly, carefully, but no monsters came to bother them. En was one of them now, after all.

Life After Abzcar:

En couldn’t return to the arena. To live amongst others with a power so dangerous- it was a massacre waiting to happen. Gio told En that he’d always thought her talents were too great for such a horrid place in the first place. En told Gio she thought the same of him, and so they decided to leave together. They headed North, taking a fishing boat off the coast of Amusa up to Osugbo. They soon arrived in Ravel, where En was astounded to see so many artists and craftsmen, all unique in their talents and skills. It was a far cry from the rugged, colorless world from which she had come. Gio was still recovering from his wounds, so they decided to settle down in the city for the time being. En started taking up odd jobs around the city, expanding her skills and learning as much as she could from the people around her. She took up an apprenticeship with a blacksmith as well, who she recruited to assist her in forging a metal arm for Gio.

No sooner had En given Gio this gift, however, when a large group of stern-looking guards surrounded her friend and placed him under arrest for his numerous crimes to against the city. En went to see him that night, whispering a promise to help him escape, but Gio told her no. He was tired of running from his past and refused to make En an accomplice in the sordid affairs of his youth. He told her to live for herself, to go see the world and experience all that it had to offer. After much protesting, En agreed, but promised to visit him often. He had always returned to her side in the past and now she would always return to his.

From that day forward, En began her travels around Quelmar, collecting, trading and creating treasures to show to Gio. She would go back to Ravel often to visit him as she had promised and would bribe the prison guards to let her into Gio's prison cell. They would talk late into the night, En relating every detail of her adventures to Gio, who listened with captivated intrigue.

En even designed a little patchwork doll resembling Gio to carry with her on her journeys. It had button eyes and its very own metal arm. She would talk to it while she wandered, mulling over her theories and thoughts, rambling about the wonders of the world. It kept the other thoughts quiet. The demons desired things other than treasure and trinkets; they preferred carnage, death, bloodshed and the like.

As time passed, she learned to control the demons better, finding that as long as she deprived herself from sleep to keep the least violent demon in the foreground, she could remain docile for the most part. Nobody is perfect, however. Many times, she would awaken to the horrors that she had inflicted upon others, covered in their entrails and chunks of bloody meat. She couldn’t pretend like the demons didn’t enjoy the taste of it, but she knew it wasn’t right. It was gluttonous to feast herself on the living.

Across the villages of Quelmar, townsfolk began to tell tales of the hideous monster they had seen ravaging their homes. Many tried to hunt it down, but the trail always went cold. It always vanished when its violence was finished and never returned to the same place twice.

466 PR (The Fantasial Freeze):

One evening, En was crossing through the Wyvern Mountains on her way home to Ravel, when a terrible blizzard arrived out of nowhere. She would have frozen to death, had it not been for a fire crystal from her collection, which she placed in the amulet around her neck. Its magic kept her body warm, melting the snowflakes before they could reach her. However, the blinding snowstorm made it impossible to see more than a couple steps in front of her and she found herself walking in circles for days before finally finding refuge in a small cave where a little fire was burning away. As soon as she set foot inside, she laid down and closed her eyes, too tired to remain standing any longer.

When she awoke, she discovered that she had company, a half-elf boy around her age. He was a very off-putting fellow, and she immediately didn't like him very much. He asked for her amulet, to which she refused. He was clearly bothered by this, because he snatched the amulet from her neck and took off into the snow like a scared rabbit. Enraged, En felt a dark presence writhing up from within her, and didn’t bother trying to force it back down.

When she returned to her normal form, she found herself standing in the streets of Ravel with the boy right in front of her, wide-eyed, and surprisingly unharmed. Chasing him around in that monstrous form had been exhausting, and she couldn’t muster up any more rage in her heart to maintain it. So, snatching the amulet back from the annoying boy, she turned her back on him and wandered off to see Gio. The damp prison had become a deathly cold coffin for its inmates due to the strange weather conditions, and En found her friend shivering in his cell, huddled under a fur blanket to stay warm. He had come down with a nasty illness from the damp chill and could hardly croak out a word of greeting as she hurried to his side.

En quickly gave her fire crystal to Gio, inlaying it into his metal arm, where it wouldn’t be discovered. She decided to then stay in Ravel until the weather improved, seeking out food and medicine for Gio. When her own hunger became too much to bear, she would leave the city only for a day or two, letting the demon of gluttony eat its fill of unlucky wanderers before she returned. Of course she felt guilty, but she refused to take any regular food for herself. Resources were too scarce, and she couldn’t let Gio starve, no matter what the cost might be.

Languages

Common. She understands French but she only knows how to speak a little of it- mostly curse words and insults.

Powers and Abilities

En enjoys collecting magical items and tinkering with them to make something new. She is quite multitalented when it comes to crafting, building and creating. She collects scraps of metal, fabric, carcasses, and so on to create anything her heart desires, whether it be for aesthetic or practical use. She is especially good at creating intricate items from metal. One man’s trash can always be turned into another man’s treasure, if you have the skills to do so.

The Demons:

Three demons reside within En; their names are Llamia, Famine and Loki. They no longer have bodies or minds, but their will and essence has been intertwined with her soul. Due to her originally having the power to shapeshift, they now control the shape her body takes and the power she holds within herself. It is similar to being a werewolf, but instead of the full moon, her transformations are dictated by the amount of hunger, wrath, and lethargy inside of her.

‘Fami’s Influence’ takes control when she is hungry, ‘Loki’s Influence’ takes control when she is wrathful, and ‘Llami’s Influence’ takes control when she is lethargic. If she strongly feels all three of these in tandem, she may shift into a hybrid version of all three. Although she is at her strongest when she is in the most turmoil, if she prolongs this state of suffering for an extended period of time, she will starve to death or collapse from exhaustion. Since there is still the partial soul of a mortal within her, her stamina will drain quite quickly in any form besides Llami’s, in which she is asleep. If she felt none of these things, she would not only be powerless, but her soul would be too weak to create a defined shape, and her physical body would begin to melt like tar. It’s quite ugly and quite incapacitating. Since she requires the influence of at least one demon to retain her form, she usually settles for a mild level of sleep deprivation to keep Llami on the frontlines. Partially because she thinks she looks the cutest under Llami’s influence, but also because the other two are extremely dangerous when fully manifested and she doesn’t want to hurt innocent people if she can help it.

• Llami’s full form: This form only manifests when the body has not slept for 96 or more hours. Some say it looks like a llama, some say it looks like a sheep. It is a long-necked, wooly creature with massive, curling horns and black, heavy eyes. Its fur is so dense that the average blade would bounce right off. It has short, thick legs that seem to sink into the ground upon which it stands. It remains fast asleep until it is rested enough to return to its partial form. Sometimes it snores softly.

• Fami’s full form: This form manifests when the body has not eaten anything for 72 hours straight, or if the body has been in a nonstop state of hunger for over a week. Fami is a round, almost circular, purplish red creature, smooth and shiny like a salamander. It is mostly made of wide-open mouth and sharp, pointy teeth, along with a long, forked tongue that flails about wildly as it searches for prey. It has four fat little three-toed legs that it uses to scurry about, on any surface, even upside-down. It has a small curly tail like a piglet’s and tiny pink horns. It has no eyes, yet it seems to wear an elated expression as it attempts to gobble down anything and anyone in sight. This feeding frenzy can last from 1 minute to an hour, depending on how much Fami gobbles up. If an hour passes, and Fami has had nothing to gobble it will get very angry and merge with Loki’s wrath. This merge is extremely dangerous. Sometimes it is preferable to throw Fami an offering before time runs out and things escalate.

• Loki’s full form: This form only manifests when the body is overwhelmed with blind rage. Loki is the most traditional-looking demon out of the three, due to its long horns, pointed fingers and forked tail. It is pitch black, and almost liquid, like an oil spill in the shape of a creature. It is the only demon that can freely change its shape, forming weapons from its body to hack its victims to pieces. It has teeth similar to that of a lamprey and has been known on occasion to drown people within its body, latching onto their face with its gaping void of a mouth until its victim collapses, leaving a spiral of blackened bite marks behind. It is hard to kill and emits a terrible, high-pitched shriek as it hunts.

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