[hider=Anastasia Meremoth]

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[color=B490B0][b]Name:[/b][/color]
Anastasia Meremoth

[color=B490B0][b]Age:[/b][/color]
Twenty-six

[color=B490B0][b]Race:[/b][/color]
Blight-born (Energy)

[color=B490B0][b]Blight-Born Traits:[/b][/color]
Anastasia's body rotted from the inside out and reached homeostasis in a half-alive, fungal state. Various types of fungi sprout from her body and they crave nutrients. To maintain her (literal) composure she must absorb the nutrients from the Earth— most notably the dead. As a consequence of being grown from psychrophilic fungi, her body has adapted to exist within the extreme cold. On the flip side however, hot and dry conditions can physically damage her body if she is exposed for too long. 

Fungus will obey her will. While combatively there's only so much you can do with a mushroom, Anastasia has developed unique ways to protect herself. A cloud of spores may erupt from the pores in her skin, and any who come into contact will be digging mushrooms from their clothes and body. To breathe them in would be inviting a week of bedridden sickness as they grow within your lungs.

[color=B490B0][b]Kingdom:[/b][/color]
Anastasia was native to Lunaris, but ever since her "rebirth" she's stuck to the outskirts of Dawnhaven.

[color=B490B0][b]Role:[/b][/color]
"Gravetender," Anastasia roams the outskirts of the blight and uses her fungi to rapidly decompose any corpses she comes across. This is to prevent the rise of any potential blight-born so that others may be spared of her fate.

[color=B490B0][b]Short Bio:[/b][/color]
Anastasia had humble beginnings in Lunaris. Her family owned a bakery and were devout worshippers of Selune, despite living near the outskirts of the kingdom. They were not notable for anything outside of their bread, cakes and pastries. Not one member of her family was notable for their magic, or excelled in the military, or did anything exceptional that would bring them fame outside of the warm food they baked for town. Back then, everything was so simple and homely. 

One fateful day Anastasia went out to collect some firewood for their oven. Her only mistake was being unfortunate enough to cross paths with a wild dog, but sometimes that was just life— unfair and cruel. By the time she was caught, she was so far from home that not a single person heard her cries for help. Even her Goddess didn’t answer her pleas. She was mauled to death, all because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Days later, Anastasia walked the Earth again. After the mind-numbing pain, a dulled and hunger took its place. It was only then that she had an opportunity to examine her new form. Her body was almost entirely overtaken by fungus. It grew in her skin like freckles, sprouted over her hair like a cap, and with each breath she could feel grainy spores and growths in her lungs. If this had happened to her randomly one morning, she’d collapse from sheer terror— and yet, as she looked at herself in the purple tinted water at her feet, she felt oddly calm. This marked the tragic beginning of her new life.

It wouldn't be wise for her to return home. Even if she wasn't well educated on the Blight, she knew what she'd become. If she were to go back to her family, she'd be killed. Swift and simple, and they'd only grieve for the girl she once was— not who she had become. So, as far as her family or anyone else from her home was concerned, Anastasia had mysteriously vanished that night, never to return.

It’s been a year since then. Her relationship with her Goddess was finicky at best (because what loving Goddess would allow such a fate to become a loyal follower?), but her relationship with death had blossomed into something unholy. It was a sanctity that needed to be safeguarded, lest the dead rise as she did. Something to respect and allow to pass when it was truly time. Though she eventually found a home within the newly founded Dawnhaven, a place where (most) people treated her with respect, she still felt as though her fate was utterly sacrilegious. Forsaken by her Goddess and loathed by none greater than herself, Anastasia spends her days tending to the unfortunate souls like her to assure they don’t receive the same curse. 


[color=B490B0][b]Misc:[/b][/color]
Given what caused her untimely demise, she has a striking fear of dogs and wolves. While the sight of one won't immediately send her into a panic, she cannot concentrate and can hardly breathe when one's in her vicinity.[/hider]