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Personality:

• Mirthful and Cold:
  
  • Kohi sees the world as nothing but a mantid paradise of eat and be eaten, consume or be consumed, history does not determine who is right but only who is left. Kohi is someone who takes great enjoyment in everything so long as she is on top of it. An absolute prima donna who will accept only her own domination and anything that falls short of that must be destroyed with all due haste. Kohi is a monster that can wear human skin, the pleasures of the flesh can only be enjoyed while the beast that lays within is sated.
• Grand and Gluttonous
  
  • There is nothing more Kohi loves than the mask that she has put on, her appetite is voracious and she can never consume enough to sate her. She must get what she wants now, hang the consequences, there is no price too much for her fill to be had, there is nothing that is too sacred for her to touch. Kohi must be be glorious and grand, something and someone seen as beautiful and glorious, things must be aesthetically pleasing, things must be filled with finery, things must be to her exacting taste, others pain is her pleasure.
• Cruel and Callous
  
  • When the facade is dropped, Kohi contains nothing but unashamed disgust and hatred for all around Her who are not Herself, she is a narcissist in every which way that matters, a creature of pure ego and unabashed pride. Even if she must stand atop all of creation alone, it will be just as well because in the end, all that creation should be is but an end to serve her. This means that even if it is to a detriment in the long term, she will still opt for the option that causes pain so long as she can find joy in it.

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History:

When did it click in Kohi to become who she was? When did it strike? Was it but some quirk of fate? Some misplaced gene? Some bit of parental trauma? Certainly it cannot be said that she was raised without love. Her parents were fair, kind, and ultimately banal, bland, and giving her all the tools a child can want to succeed. A middle of the road family with a father who dabbled in street level crime in a way to bring home the bacon and nothing more. Regardless of how many

But who cares about that. Why bother blaming some quirk of familial drama or inherited violence when that would take away all the credit due to Kohi for making herself the worst version she could imagine herself as. From malicious little schoolyard fits of childish cruelty to corporate skullduggery and office space backstabbing. Working through that interplay of gray zones between legality and "legality", where laws that the have nots had to deal with and haves could toss away with at their leisure.

She came to enjoy the gilded grandeur and finery that she has adorned herself in. The very things and guises that made others trust her more were also just so damn enjoyable to indulge oneself in. Fast cars, loose meatsacks, fine foods, tailored clothes. Her powers proved to her what she had always felt about herself, she deserved to be a queen, she deserved to have the world as a means to suit her, an end to her own desires, with whatever means she saw fit. She built herself up as a self made woman of Dei Zaibatsu, acting as the slumlord millionaire who charged exorbitant rent, a fashion icon, a paragon of high society, an endless source of socialite news and gossip, a lady put on magazine covers and spoken in the same breath as one would give to a fortune tycoon, a woman of industry and markets. She clawed over the bodies of competitors, buried under stock markets or under unnamed watery graves off of squalid docks.

When the darkness came for the world and Abyssal Waves crashed over the land, Kohi did not see within it a terror or a horror, she saw within it a rival, a competitor, an advantage to be used. And when it came time to choose a side to stand on, she followed that which gave her the most profit and stepped forward into the darkness and embraced it as one would an old friend. Smiling all the while, biding her time with pitiless patience.

For the mass is unending, the mass is all consuming, and the mass always win, even the gods themselves shall be consumed by the worms of the world in time. And when that time comes, the queen of carrion and the hive of glory shall be crowned as empress of a world bent to be brought before her in an endless feast of unrestrained desire.

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Spells and Abilities:

• Creatureling Generation
  
  • Kohi is unfortunately blessed with the ability to create flocks of small feastlings and insectoid creatures that serve their queen mother as hive empress and seek to do as she commands. Each one of her babies gets as much strength as she has invested in them, either opting for overwhelming swarms of small minions to drag down her enemies through a thousand cuts or spending valuable biomass to invest in greater beasts. Her appetite is endless and so too do her ability swallow calories by the cartload.
• Beauty and Charm
  
  • Kohi is still a queen bee, someone who is capable of hogging a spotlight and performing the sort of geniality and social graces that come with come with. She is aware of who she is, what she looks like, and what people expect, and she has no issue using every advantage she can. After all, people who trust you cry all the sweeter when the knife is plunged their backs.
• Physical Peak
  
  • Kohi may have been but born a normal human, but she has strived to sculpt herself with demands as exacting on her body as she would demand of a form that contained her. Her swarm generation power can be used to sculpt her own inner biome, her swarmlings replacing gut bacteria and consuming her own body to replace it with the new skin. Kohi will consume all in the pursuit of power, even her own old flesh.

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Weapons or tools:

• Swarmings

Her babies are her joy and gift, her minions, to die in droves for her will and to consume all that she wishes to see feasted upon. Other weapons are just ancillary.

• Money

Just money, girl is loaded, woman is the kind of gal who's rolling in the money you make for being the person who sets insulin at two hundred dollars a pop, the sort of wealth that comes from knowing who was on the flight logs and not caring about the sewage pipe that poisons the children of your laborers. She has all the perks that come with it, finances for what she wants when she wants.

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Miscellaneous Information:

- Absolute lover of all things musical, loves to sing, loves to listen to music, a true libertine in appetite. There is never enough merriment for her.

- Incorrigible sadist.

- Mercurial: Happens to sometimes change her mind on a whim to better suit whatever flight of fancy she has.

- Kohi has no love for the Scourge beyond what love she expects it to give her, none. She will suffer nothing to stand above her, and if the Abyssal Wave crashes across the land, then she shall bide her time till she can clamber atop the corpses of the drowned and stand above the masses.


- Credit to @SiFXi_

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Personality:
✧ Highly Sarcastic

• Astrid uses sarcasm in nearly any situation, whether it is called for or not. It is not meant to be rude, in fact, sarcasm is used almost as a mechanism to hide how she really feels about a situation. Often times it comes off as something of a joke, something to not be taken seriously, which makes it easier for the young woman to digest what is going on around her.

✧ Compassionate

• While sarcasm is a large trait in Astrid, so is compassion. She tries very hard to see other people’s perspectives, even if she doesn’t voice it. Most of her compassion and gentle ways are shown towards children, she always has had a soft spot for kids, finding their innocence of the world pure, and good, causing her to give them more lenience and compassion.

✧Resilience

• Astrid is very resilient. She works to push past difficult situations in the moment in order to reach a long term goal. Often times this can affect other people negatively, because they need time to process whatever happened to hinder productivity, but it is also necessary in certain situations when it is dangerous to stop going.

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History:
Astrid was raised by a single mother in a small cabin located on the mountains of Mistmoor. There was always a feeling of dread in the home, knowing that something was wrong. Growing up, Astrid had one sibling, a younger brother who was two years old. One day, he was running around near the cabin, chasing what Astrid guessed to have been a snake or lizard, and while no one was looking, the young boy fell to his death. While of course, Astrid was only five years old, she blamed herself for the accident, and along with it, came her mother blaming her as well.

The weight of guilt that settled heavily on Astrid's small shoulders, a burden that seemed cruel for her tender age. As the days turned into weeks, the atmosphere in the cabin grew colder, not just from the chill of the mountain air but from the unspoken tension that filled every corner. Her mother often withdrew into herself, her eyes clouded with grief and anger that Astrid could neither understand nor alleviate.

The shadows of the cabin felt alive, whispering secrets of loss and blame. Astrid spent countless hours exploring the woods around their home, searching for solace among the towering pines and babbling brooks, but nothing would silence the darkness.

In every instance of her life, where there was no light to be had, Astrid found her mind creating figures, humanoid demons in the dark that would hunch over, whispering cruel secrets to the girl. Of course, this was only her mind, the blood rushing in her ears.
These were the nights that she discovered special abilities, ones that helped her calm down, slow her blood pressure and ease her mind.

As the seasons turned, the isolation of Mistmoor began to take its toll. Astrid’s mother became increasingly erratic, her moods shifting like the weather. Some days, she would cling to Astrid, seeking comfort in her presence, while on others, she would lash out, her grief morphing into anger that Astrid could not comprehend. “You let him go,” her mother would hiss during those dark moments, words that cut deeper than any physical wound.

As she grew older, the weight of those childhood memories began to shift, and she found herself wrestling with the life she had at home. She longed to confront her mother, to break through the thick walls of silence that surrounded them, but as Astrid woke up on her 15th birthday, she was as met with only a cold breeze.

There was no other chance to reconcile with her mother, for the woman had left, no explanation, no note, she was just…gone.

Astrid learned quickly that she needed to provide for herself, and with the help of Argo, she began hunting. After a year of exploring the mountains and animal anatomy, she began to sell hides and extra meat. Next to her cabin, she built a small shop where people would come in to buy food and hides for clothes or blankets.
Eventually, she also began to sell small wooden carvings, having picked up on at least one artistic habit. She never explored her more unique abilities unless it was in benefit of her business.

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Spells and Abilities:

✧ Hemokinesis-blood manipulation

• This ability allows a person to control and manipulate blood, whether it’s their own or that of others. She found this ability one night when her candle went out and she began seeing figures in the dark. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound of her blood in her own ears, and the more she did, the calmer she became. But, if she does this for too long, her blood begins to thin and she will black out. She constantly needs iron intake. She has never tried this on another person, and rarely uses it.

✧ Tracking

• Once she was left alone, she would spend hours in the wooded area on the mountains, though there was very little, it was enough for her to focus so much on nature that she began to practically understand what the animals would do next. Other than the physical strain of being sore the next day for hunting so long, there isn’t another drawback.

✧Neurokinesis- Nerve Manipulation

• This allows her to influence the nervous system. If she knew about it and focused on learning it, she could alter sensations, control movement, induce paralysis, or even affect emotional or cognitive states. If she did know that this was an ability she possessed, had she ever attempted to manipulate someone with a stronger will or mental fortitude, the backlash could affect her instead, causing pain, confusion, or temporary loss of her own motor functions.

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Weapons or tools:
✧ Bow and Arrow

• This bow is a longbow and is made from elm. It is nearly five feet long with a strong made from goat sinew and flax. It has small intricate carvings on it of spirals because one day she was just bored. The arrows are made from birch and the fletching is from goose feathers while the sharp tip is made from animal bone.

✧ Hunting Knife

• The blade is made from the bone on a goat, with added ridges to make cutting easier. It is around 7 inches long and has a tapered point and a slight curved edge. The hilt is made from the same bone and wrapped in leather for grip.

✧ Wooden Staff

• This staff used to be a large branch, but Astrid found it and brought it home, sanding it down and carving the top into a spiral. It is around 1-1/2 inches in width and about 5ft and 8in tall. There is no real reason for her to have this other than hiking, she just thinks that it looks cool.

✧ Twin Daggers

• The blade is similar to the hunting knife, made from goat bones. Each blade is around 13 inches long while that handle is once again wrapped in leather. It is smooth, no ridges.

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Miscellaneous Information:
✧Astrid has a large dog by the name of Argo. He was found by her a few days after her mother left, and the two quickly became friends－pin.it/1z55VwU2X

✧Astrid has a tattoo down her spine— pin.it/6v8V2w9am

✧She is mostly unaware of everything going on I’m the world outside of her home, she only hears brief murmurs from passersby travelers who speak of the battle between light and darkness.

✧Her father was a grim, that is why she has some abilities, but they are not mastered and difficult to use because she is part human. She is unaware of her origin, and lives alone in Mistmoor with humans, like normal.

✧ At 13 years old she began learning how to carve and often made dolls for herself. She now sells wooden carvings of figures and runes in her shop.