[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/TVSFr3s.png[/img][hr][/center][pre]NOTE. If you're going to make an NPC, PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE ANY OF THE CODING. This way, I can add your NPC to the appropriate section easily.

[row][cell][h2][b]First Name Here[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Last Name Here (If applicable)[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]NO ANIME, and try not to use an oversized ass photo please[/img]

[b]Age | Name | Pronouns [/b][///hr][i]"Optional quote here."[/i][/center][/cell][cell]
[b]Description:[/b]
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[b]Abstraction:[/B]
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[row][cell][h2][b]The[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Witch[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/AeaLatO.jpeg[/img]

[b]Unknown | Unknown | She/Her [/b][hr][i]"It all comes back in blood."[/i][/center][/cell][cell]
[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]Shrouded in crimson and crowned in death, the Witch walks the line between memory and omen. Her face remains hidden behind the skull of a long-dead beast—its gaze empty, yet always watching. She is not a story told in fear, but a presence that unravels the boundaries between what is and what should never be.

She is not a rumor. She is the reason.

The Linebreaker Event—the cataclysm that reawakened dormant bloodlines and tore rifts between worlds—was not the Witch’s intention. It was the consequence of a ritual—ancient, forbidden, and incomplete. Designed by the Witch and fueled by the raw, destructive essence of Nyrah the Ravager, the spell was meant to break the boundaries between what is and what could be. Instead, it broke everything.

Together, they unraveled the seal that held magic in Shadow, but in doing so, they destabilized the threads of the All-Verse itself. What they summoned was not precision, but upheaval. Kindle fell into chaos, and the ripple spread far beyond. What passed between the Witch and Nyrah remains unspoken—an agreement forged in silence and sealed with consequence. No one knows what she offered, or what Nyrah took. But the aftermath suggests the price was far greater than either expected.

And in the moment the veil tore, the Witch vanished.

Where she went is unknown. Why she did it is unknowable. But if there is any hope of stopping what’s coming, it begins with her—and whatever she unleashed alongside Nyrah.[/indent]

[b]Abstraction:[/B]
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[/cell][/row][row][cell][h2][b]Nyrah[color=2e2c2c].[/color]the[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Ravager[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ikWbTj0.jpeg[/img]

[b]5,583 | Nyrah The Ravager | She/Her [/b][hr][i]"I will be reborn."[/i][/center][/cell][cell]
[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]Nyrah the Ravager is a monstrous dragon Apparition, a twisted embodiment of primal rage. Once majestic, her body is now a grotesque fusion of skeletal wings, tendrils, and exposed bones. Her cracked skin is covered with jagged spikes and oozing gashes, and her serpentine body is lined with protruding spines and uneven, clawed limbs as if struggling to maintain form.

Long ago, Nyrah was a revered guardian of the world of Night, a magnificent dragon. But when the Rampage, a brutal Apparition of pure destruction, invaded her realm, Nyrah was overwhelmed. Desperate to save her people, she sought the power of an ancient Apparition, Chaos, which promised her the strength to defeat the Rampage. Merging with Chaos, she drove the Rampage out in a fierce battle, but the victory came at a terrible cost. Chaos began to corrupt her body and mind, turning her into a force of destruction and erasing her once-noble spirit.

Nyrah's descent into madness was swift and devastating. Once the savior of Night, she became its scourge, unleashing her newfound power in an uncontrollable rampage. Driven by Chaos’ influence, she obliterated the very lands she once swore to protect. Her people, those she had fought to save, perished by her hand. No longer able to distinguish friend from foe, Nyrah destroyed everything in her path until her realm became a desolate wasteland.

But her fall did not end there. Nyrah became untethered from her dying world, drifting through the All-Verse in search of anchors—vessels she could abscise to stabilize her disintegrating form. Each new host became a temporary instrument of devastation, a mouthpiece for a scream too old and vast to ever end. Wherever she emerged, kingdoms fell, skies blackened, and reality itself began to split at the seams.

It was the Witch who found her, not to bind, but to bargain. In the broken underlayers of Portland, Maine—a place frayed by old magic and buried intentions—they performed the ritual together. The Witch offered the design, intricate and heretical. Nyrah brought something older, raw, and hungry. What they summoned was not balance. It was a breach. The seal on Shadow ruptured, not with precision, but with violence. The Linebreaker Event followed: a multi-world cascade of magical collapse, a scream felt across the All-Verse.

But where others shattered, Nyrah solidified.

The ritual did not unleash her. It stabilized her.

No longer bound to mortal vessels, she tore through Portland first—its streets twisted by acid storms and corrosive breath, buildings split apart. And from there, she plunged into Kindle, a realm already unraveling. 
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[b]Abstraction:[/B]
Apparition - [i]Primal Devastation.[/i]
[indent]Nyrah wields Primal Devastation, a stabilized yet seething embodiment of Chaos-corrupted might. Though her form no longer flickers between vessels, it is far from calm—she is a storm made flesh, structured only enough to sustain her fury. Her breath is no fire—it is acid, viridian, and vile, capable of manifesting in both liquid and gaseous forms. As a fluid, it floods battlefields, melting flesh, steel, and magic alike. As a vapor, it seeps into lungs and minds, leaving screams that never quite stop. Cities drown in it. Realms dissolve. 

Her wings twist into bladed appendages when willed, sharp enough to shear mountains. Barbed tendrils erupt from her hide to lash and impale, dragging prey into her corroding grasp. Her back bristles with jagged spines—organic warheads she can launch in volleys, each one infecting its target with necrotic ruin.

Even as her body is torn and shattered, she regenerates with terrifying speed—her Chaos-warped biology mending wounds faster than they can be made. From her acid, life deforms. Those who survive exposure to her corrosive breath often don’t survive unchanged, mutated into warped thralls of slime and sinew, organic minions bonded to her will. And when she desires precision, she can craft beings of acid itself: sentient, fluidic horrors—pure elemental extensions of her Abstraction. 

Nyrah’s presence is not confined by space. She can teleport through any body of her own acid, submerging into its depths and re-emerging elsewhere—across cities, across continents, even across dimensions. Wherever her caustic pools remain, they serve as doorways, leaking not just acid but the threat of her return. And even where her form does not reach, her mind does. Nyrah possesses a potent telepathic link that allows her to speak across vast distances.

She is devastation given shape.

And through acid, she spreads. [/indent][/cell][/row][/table][/hider][/indent]


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