Evil Ghost Note

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

Lupe Sánchez

"Nothing matters in the end, Mami. So why give a fuck?!"

_______________________________________________ Guadalupe Sánchez She/Her | 17 | Mexican | 5'1ft | 115lb _______________________________________________ Electric. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Voted "Most likely to become a stripper", papi!" ___________________________________ [+] Improvisation ⫻ Years of freestyling have honed her ability to adapt on the fly; she can adjust to unexpected obstacles or situations without breaking her rhythm or momentum. Rhythmic Precision ⫻ Lupe can instantly find and move in perfect sync with any rhythm, whether music, environmental sounds, or even irregular noises, giving her a natural flow in chaotic situations. Showmanship ⫻ Lupe can manipulate attention and charm with her presence, commanding a crowd, distracting enemies, or inspiring allies through body language and charisma. Stamina ⫻ Endless hours of practice allow her to perform high-intensity movement for extended periods without tiring, maintaining precision and energy.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I glow, mami!" Lupe Sánchez exudes a cheerful, lively aura, often caught in mid-laugh or with a playful grin playing on her lips. Her vibrant presence naturally fills any space, effortlessly attracting others. She gestures freely with her hands, her movements light and spontaneous, almost like she's improvising a dance. Her eyes shine with curiosity, and her expressions are easy to read-warm, sincere, and genuine. Standing at 5’1" with a soft, natural build, Lupe is gradually developing her figure. She seems healthy, energetic, and comfortable in her skin, radiating ease rather than striving for perfection. Her posture is relaxed yet lively; she leans in when talking, bounces on her toes when excited, and tilts her head invitingly. Her thick, curly hair frames her face with volume and vitality, bouncing slightly as she moves. Whether left tousled or pulled back with a simple accessory, it complements her bright, expressive eyes and half-smile, enhancing the impression of someone who carries light and positivity wherever she goes. Her skin has a warm, sun-kissed tone reflecting her Mexican heritage, and her high cheekbones, rounded chin, and wide eyes become more prominent when she laughs or talks. Her style is casual, colorful, and practical, favoring breathable fabrics that allow her energy and movement to flow freely. She doesn’t focus on trends or formality; instead, she chooses clothing that reflects her personality—bright tops, patterned skirts or jeans, and playful accessories that attract attention without overwhelming. Every aspect of her appearance feels intentional, cheerful, and approachable, like someone eager to be seen but not in a showy, pretentious way.

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"Chaos is the only thing I can trust these days."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Lupe aims to survive on her own terms while mastering her Red, Green, and Purple Lux. She is determined to acquire the skills, knowledge, and control necessary to confront and eliminate the monster responsible for her brothers' deaths. Her motivation is fueled by a desire for revenge rather than heroism—seeking justice, closure, and the restoration of her agency in a world that has betrayed her.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Life is a chaotic, cruel, and unpredictable bitch—a spinning wheel where everything you cherish can be taken away in an instant. Happiness, safety, and morality are luxuries, not guarantees. Lupe has experienced everything vanish suddenly and refuses to invest energy in what the world will inevitably seize. Her laughter and cheerful demeanor serve as armor, a mask to navigate a dangerous, untrustworthy universe, concealing a nihilistic understanding that permanence is an illusion and control is fleeting. She prioritizes freedom, agency, and self-determination, manipulating her Magic not for fame but because mastery is the only true safety. She takes what she can, mocks the meaningless, and moves through life like a storm—alive, defiant, and ready to strike back at anything that threatens what she holds.

SECRETS ⫻ Lupe keeps the intensity of her grief hidden beneath her cheerful exterior, as well as her obsessive focus on finding and killing the creature. Few know that her sunny personality is performative—a shield against despair and the emptiness she fears will consume her.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Lupe avoids labels and rules. She’s impulsive and daring, seeking thrills and pleasure from anyone—men, women, or anyone in between. For her, attraction is a spark or distraction, a way to feel alive, not a promise of safety or connection. She finds deep relationships restrictive, especially in a world that has already taken everything she loved. As a result, she flirts with danger, laughter, and lust, keeping intimacy casual and consequences flexible.

FEARS ⫻ Lupe fears being confined by rules, expectations, or any force that restricts her freedom. She dreads feelings of helplessness, the inability to defend herself or others, and the crushing weight of inevitability. Losing control terrifies her more than death itself; chaos feels familiar, but passively enduring it is unbearable. Deep inside, she also fears forgetting her brothers entirely—letting their deaths fade into nothingness—though she hides this pain behind bravado and constant activity.

REPUTATION ⫻ Among peers, Lupe is perceived as lively, fearless, and full of energy—a vibrant presence that’s hard to overlook. Beneath this exterior, she is reserved, strategic, and formidable when pushed. Some view her as reckless; others are attracted to her vitality. However, few genuinely grasp the extent of her loss or the cutting edge that fuels her.

FLAWS ⫻ Lupe is impulsive, reckless, and often acts without fully considering the consequences. Her nihilistic outlook pushes her to take risks, seek danger, and push beyond safe boundaries, while she seldom believes in permanence or order. She struggles with patience, planning ahead, and restraint, favoring immediate action, excitement, or asserting control in the moment. Her cheerful, lively persona is a mask that hides her grief, obsession, and relentless desire for revenge, but it can alienate allies or cause others to misjudge her intentions. She masks pain with laughter, making her vulnerable to sudden emotional outbursts, self-destructive choices, or overreactions when her defenses break down.

Her impulsiveness also affects her about people and relationships: she flirts, teases, and challenges boundaries impulsively, treating intimacy and attraction like games rather than commitments. She finds trust hard to give, and when she does, she may become possessive or manipulative without realizing it. Lupe’s obsession with mastering her Red, Green, and Purple Lux, along with her fixation on hunting the creature that killed her brothers, makes her fixated and sometimes blind to smaller threats or moral considerations. Her sense of self is deeply connected to control and freedom; when these are threatened, she can react unpredictably—lashing out, fleeing, or taking extreme measures to regain autonomy. In essence, she is a volatile storm: exciting, dangerous, and lively, but capable of reckless destruction.

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"The warehouse party? Oh, you mean the worst day of my life...?"

Lupe Sánchez was born in Xalapa, Mexico, as the oldest of three children, with two younger brothers, Diego and Alejandro, whom she fiercely adored. From a young age, she took pride in protecting them, teaching games, smoothing over conflicts, and ensuring they felt safe and acknowledged.

Her family moved to the United States in pursuit of citizenship and new opportunities. Their father joined the Army, leading the family to move frequently from base to base, a life of constant change that Lupe navigated with charm, humor, and energy. Her lively personality eased her transition into new schools and towns, while her Mexican heritage remained a strong anchor for her and her brothers.

Eventually, the Army chapter ended, and the family settled in Cornell, Pennsylvania. Though the town was small, it held many possibilities. Lupe thrived socially, her exuberance brightening classrooms and streets alike. Diego and Alejandro remained her world; she fiercely protected them, laughed with them endlessly, and always hoped they would grow up safe and together.

The warehouse party was lively, music pounding, laughter echoing, and everything feeling normal, just another night. Until a creature tore through reality. The first scream shattered Lupe’s sense of safety. Panic spread rapidly. People fled, stumbling over crates and each other. Lupe’s heart pounded as her instincts urged her to rescue her brothers. As a shadow crossed Diego, his hand slipped from hers; Alejandro cried out, and suddenly everything fractured.

Noise, screams, and the smell of burning metal overwhelmed her senses. She moved instinctively, dodging and ducking, but each turn revealed new horrors, and she couldn’t reach her brothers. Time seemed to slow as terror gripped her; her arms reached out, but they were dead before she could even touch them.

She screamed, begged, and fought, but the monster was too powerful, leaving her helpless in a crumbling world. When the creature moved on, leaving behind wreckage and chaos, silence settled heavily. Lupe stumbled over debris, her heart racing and tears falling. Her brothers were gone, and the world felt unfair and lawless. Part of her wanted to collapse or surrender to the pain, but a strange, fierce heat inside her refused to let her die there. Something had shifted, shaping her into who she was about to become.

Amidst horror, pain, and disbelief, Lupe Kindled. Red, Green, and Purple Lux surged within her, a burst of energy born from grief, rage, and survival instinct. In the days after, while others mourned or moved on, she experimented with her new abilities: creating spells of neon light, fire, & electricity. Her control was initially chaotic and messy, but it made her feel some agency in a world that had just stolen everything.

Her personality changed. She adopted a cheerful, seemingly carefree persona, always laughing, joking, and moving as if dancing through life. It was a mask—her shield and coping mechanism. Beneath, however, a nihilistic core took root: if monsters could destroy her family, if the world offered no protection, then nothing mattered - but she would still fight. She experiments, pushes boundaries, learns her Lux fully, preparing for the day she can confront the creature that took her brothers.

Lupe’s goals are survival and revenge. Beneath her laughter and cheer, she trains, studies, and experiments, honing spells and strategies for the inevitable confrontation.

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"Light it up, burn it down, mami!"

TYPE ⫻ Adept.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Red, Green, & Purple Lux. Lupe's Channeler is a neon-pink bandana she wore during the party.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻

Neon Projection ⫻ The core spell that harnesses Lupe’s expertise in Red, Green, and Purple Lux, transforming it into Fire, Light, and Electricity. Her spells flow from her movements, cast through the rhythm and motion of her dancing.

Neon-Fire ⫻ Lupe conjures hot pink flames that either cling to her body or burst outward. After weeks of trial and error, she created this spell to control the fire's intensity, shape, and placement without hurting herself or damaging her surroundings. The flames can sear enemies, form impressive barriers, or light the way. The fire is intense yet localized; strong enough to threaten or intimidate foes, but incapable of melting steel or destroying entire buildings.

Neon-Beams ⫻ Lupe releases focused streams of bright neon light from her hands or limbs. These beams are intensely hot, capable of burning skin, scorching fabrics, and piercing soft materials. Through numerous experiments, she perfected her control over the beam’s width, strength, and length, all while ensuring her safety.

Neon Electricity ⫻ Summons arcs of electrified brilliance that can stun, burn, or disable targets. After many failed efforts that singed her hair, scorched walls, or threw her off balance, Lupe learned to control electricity in precise bursts and blend it with her neon flames or light beams for unpredictable effects. These arcs can jump between nearby targets, overload electronics, or serve as short-lived diversions. The electricity is strong enough to incapacitate a person or short-circuit small devices, but it won’t damage armored vehicles or high-voltage infrastructure.

LIMITS ⫻ Neon Projection relies entirely on her movement and focus. If Lupe is distracted, exhausted, or restrained, the spells lose efficiency, flicker, or misfire. She cannot cast while unconscious or immobilized, and large-scale sustained attacks quickly drain her stamina. Continuous use of multiple streams or arcs can cause overheating, burns, muscle fatigue, or sensory overload.

Neon-Fire is limited in scope. Flames extend only a few meters from her body and cannot maintain themselves indefinitely—prolonged projection requires her to channel Lux continuously. Neon-Beams are intensely hot but precise, designed for cutting and burning soft materials, not demolishing structures. Long, sustained beams tire her quickly and strain her focus. The beams require a direct line of sight; obstacles, reflections, or smoke can disrupt accuracy. Wide-area effects are limited, and attempting to overload them can backfire, burning her hands or causing temporary blindness from the bright glow.

Neon Electricity arcs have a limited range, generally jumping only a few meters to nearby targets. Conductivity matters—non-conductive surfaces weaken or stop the effect. Repeated or prolonged use risks shorting out small electronics, accidentally electrocuting herself, or temporarily numbing her limbs. High-resistance targets like metal armor or grounded industrial equipment shrug off her electricity, and she cannot generate large-scale storms or sustained currents without overexerting herself to the point of danger.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Every Neon Projection spell produces intense light, which can temporarily blind Lupe, her allies, and enemies during combat. These spells are highly flashy, bright, and loud, with each burst of fire, beam, or electricity capturing attention and revealing her position and intentions. Because of this, she cannot cast them stealthily; enemies can track her simply by following the light or sound. In situations where subtlety is needed, her magic can be a liability rather than an advantage. She must carefully angle the beams and flames to prevent disorientation for herself or her teammates. Overextending the spell by increasing intensity, width, or duration can cause the heat and energy to backfire, injuring her. The combination of vivid light, heat, and electricity can overwhelm her senses, and continuous casting in tight spaces can lead to nausea, headaches, blurred vision, and delayed reactions.

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"Laugh, burn, dance—then do it again."

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

D’rryha.

Unknown | D’rryha | She/Her "Everything lives, and everything can serve."

Description: D’rryha is an Abominable of the Threaded lineage, a parasitic race of spider-like creatures capable of reshaping hosts to sustain and amplify themselves. Once, the Threaded had a Queen whose cunning and dominance bound the entire race, but she died before the Ancients banished the Threaded to the Pit, leaving a power vacuum. Within that exile, D’rryha endured eons of isolation, growing in strength, patience, and a cold, calculating intelligence. In death and exile, she inherited the title of Queen by right of survival and cunning, though her full maturity remains tethered to a host. The recent tear in Cornell’s reality provided her first chance in millennia to escape. Slipping through the rift, she instinctively sought a suitable host: Isabelle. The girl, injured and abandoned in the woods, was perfect-alive enough to sustain D’rryha, weak enough to dominate. Evaluating carefully, D’rryha established a bond, making Isabelle both a lifeline and a living tool, granting mobility, influence, and the ability to operate through a sentient extension. Even now, D’rryha’s presence is subtle but unmistakable: a faint scent of decay, unnerving movements, and occasional, unbidden influence over Isabelle’s body. Though capable of independent action, she favors patience, observation, and strategic manipulation, striking only when it serves her larger designs. Organic matter, especially sentient tissue, accelerates her growth and fortifies her hold over Isabelle. Isabelle gains terrifying regenerative abilities and new appendages, but every use of D’rryha’s power is a reminder that these gifts come at the cost of autonomy. Even as she moves through her host, D’rryha’s patience hints at grander schemes, and the Threaded’s true scope—its reach, age, and ambition—extends far beyond what any observer could imagine. Abstraction: Abominable - The Threaded Queen. The Threaded Queen Abstraction enables D’rryha to inhabit a suitable host, facilitating quick regeneration, near-immortality, and the growth of spider-like limbs. However, Isabelle cannot access the Abstraction’s deeper powers, such as commanding entire swarms of the Threaded, controlling multiple hosts, or other abilities. The dependency on a living host is critical: without one, D’rryha cannot fully mature or fulfill her destiny as Queen. This bond is both symbiotic and parasitic; the host gains remarkable abilities but gradually loses autonomy under D’rryha’s influence. Extreme environmental conditions or starvation diminish her efficiency, yet she remains resilient, adaptable, and patient—waiting to extend the Threaded’s reach and strengthen her control over all under her influence threads.

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Isabelle M. Morgan-Sato

"I look in the mirror, and I'm not sure what's looking back at me anymore-"

"It's me you fool."
"It's me you fool."

_______________________________________________ Isabelle Marilyn Morgan-Sato She/Her | 16 | African-American & Japanese | 5'6ft | 115lb _______________________________________________ Fractured _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "" ___________________________________ [+] Situational Awareness ⫻ Isabelle can quickly read a room, people, or environment, noticing details others miss. She picks up on body language, hidden exits, threats, or inconsistencies, allowing her to anticipate danger and act preemptively. Observant ⫻ Isabelle notices subtleties in behavior, body language, and patterns in her surroundings, allowing her to understand people and situations quickly. Physical Discipline ⫻ Years of structured training and routine have given Isabelle balance, coordination, and stamina, making her capable in athletic or physically demanding situations. Patience ⫻. She can wait for the right moment to act or speak, resisting impulsive decisions and using timing to her advantage.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'm really not sure if I belong anymore." Isabelle is five-six feet tall and exudes a quiet, steady confidence. Her balanced, fit build feels approachable, neither sharp nor intimidating. She moves with ease and naturalness, occupying only as much space as necessary, yet never shrinking herself. Even when stationary, she appears self-assured and comfortable in her body. As a Black and Japanese teenager, her mixed heritage subtly influences her overall presentation without being overt. Her composure reflects this blend - expressive when she chooses to be, reserved otherwise. Her mannerisms are controlled but relaxed. Her curly hair is naturally styled in a clean, intentional manner that frames her face. Whether worn loose or accessorized, her hair consistently appears deliberate and polished. Her style is confident yet practical. She favors fitted or cropped tops, high-waisted jeans or skirts, and clothing that complements her shape without feeling showy. She enjoys incorporating color and texture and isn’t afraid of statement pieces, while maintaining balance. Floral details and warm hues frequently appear, adding personality without swallowing her overall look. She dresses primarily for herself, not to impress others. Her accessories are minimal and thoughtfully selected. She might wear a necklace, earrings, or a ring but avoids excessive jewelry. Her shoes are stylish yet functional, appropriate to the occasion rather than flashy. Overall, her appearance is intentional and cohesive. Personality-wise, Isabelle appears calm, observant, and composed. She’s approachable but not instantly open. People tend to notice her before she initiates conversation. She listens attentively, speaks when she has something meaningful to say, and maintains steady eye contact. She doesn’t rush conversations or fill silences unnecessarily. Her presence is quiet yet dependable, making her trustworthy and somewhat reserved ignore.

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"I have to act before the world forces to me."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Isabelle’s primary aim is to survive on her own terms. She seeks to understand what D’rryha has transformed her into, how long she can sustain this state, and if she still retains any agency. Her focus isn’t on rescuing Cornell or solving the bigger issue; it's on remaining functional, unnoticed, and in control just long enough to choose her next move.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Isabelle holds that the world rewards awareness rather than innocence or good intentions. Although being cautious didn’t prevent her from danger, it kept her alive until something else intervened, which she considers an important distinction. She doesn’t seek comfort or reassurances that things will turn out fine. To her, hope is only valuable when supported by preparation. She relies on her ability to observe, anticipate, and control, preferring decisive action over emotional reactions. If she senses something is wrong, she assumes it is and adjusts before proof is needed. Since waking up, she sees safety not as a constant but as a fleeting condition that can disappear unexpectedly. Consequently, she moves through life with quiet vigilance, not paranoia, believing that staying alert is the best form of protection.

SECRETS ⫻ Isabelle conceals the severity of her condition. She doesn’t disclose that she was aware in parts during her repair or that she occasionally senses D’rryha altering her body without permission. She also remains silent about her initial lack of fear upon waking—only experiencing clarity. A part of her fears that sharing too much might label her as a problem to be fixed—or erased.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Isabelle has little interest in romance right now. Attraction exists, but it feels distant and secondary to survival. Physical intimacy is complicated by her altered body and her uncertainty about what she is now. She doesn’t label herself and doesn’t feel pressured to—connection matters more than category, but even connection feels risky.

FEARS ⫻ Her biggest fear isn't death but losing her autonomy. She worries about becoming just a vessel, a tool, or an unimaginative thing that continues without free will. She also fears being exposed before she fully understands herself and worries about what others might do if they find out she survived when she was not supposed to. At her core, she fears that being abandoned for dead wasn’t an accident but a glimpse of what’s to come.

REPUTATION ⫻ Prior to the warehouse incident, Isabelle was regarded as composed, dependable, and quietly competent. Currently, she is only present in rumors-another girl lost in Cornell’s turmoil. If she reappears, she might be perceived as disturbing rather than comforting, someone unfamiliar to the community.

FLAWS ⫻ Isabelle tends to be emotionally reserved and slow to trust, not out of cruelty but as a form of self-protection. Her survival through difficult experiences has taught her that visibility can be dangerous, so she keeps her thoughts, pain, and doubts tightly guarded. She believes that silence is safer than vulnerability and that being understood might give others leverage over her. Her desire for control is almost rigid—she plans, anticipates, and prepares obsessively because uncertainty terrifies her. This fear is not abstract but rooted in the belief that an uncertain moment could be fatal. Trusting others to act correctly feels like gambling with her life, so even when cooperation could help, she hesitates to rely on anyone. When things spiral beyond her control, she retreats into observation and logic, becoming distant and hyper-focused to avoid emotional overwhelm. She also struggles with detachment—once a person, place, or situation feels compromised, it’s easier for her to let go than to fight for it, driven not by indifference but by fear that holding on makes loss worse. This can lead to a calmness that others may find unnerving, where she might cling or beg. Beneath this is a network of quieter fears: dependence on D’rryha, the slow erosion of her independence, waking one day to realize her instincts are no longer her own, and the unsettling possibility that survival has trapped her in a half-life, where she no longer feels fully part of the living. She fears connection because it raises stakes, fears being seen too clearly or exploited once others understand her, and fears that when she should fight hardest to stay against death, loss, or disappearance, she might lose the will to do so.

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"I woke up and felt like a stranger in my own body. Every step, every breathe, reminded me that I'm no longer myself anymore... and I might never be again."

Isabelle was born in Oakland, California, and grew up in a lively neighborhood filled with noise, movement, and constant activity. From an early age, she learned to read a space before entering it, realizing that awareness mattered more than volume. Her confidence grew not through assertion but through understanding others-how they moved, when they lied, and what they avoided saying. At ten, her family moved to Cornell, Pennsylvania, for her father’s job. The shift was noticeable: a quieter, smaller town with no hiding places like California. Isabelle adapted quickly and quietly, learning the town’s rhythms and people with patient attention. She didn’t rush to fit in, but didn’t feel out of place either.

In her early teens, she stayed in a balanced middle ground, present but not loud, respected without craving admiration. Her calm demeanor and careful movements made her noticeable even when quiet. She gravitated toward activities requiring precision, physical training, and routine. Her friendships were deliberate, valuing trust and depth over social superficiality.

The warehouse party was meant to be temporary-something to observe and leave behind. Isabelle stayed alert, avoiding chaos, always watching exits. When the tear appeared, all that changed. The violence was sudden and confusing. She was among the first injured, struck down, and thrown into the woods amid the panic.

She was missing for weeks. Police searched the area, and search parties followed fruitless trails. Flyers circulated, and rumors spread. As instability grew, Cornell’s efforts quietly failed. Disappearing people, warped streets, and rising fear made her just another unsolved case. Eventually, the searches ceased.

While the town moved on, Isabelle did not. Her body was hidden in the woods, barely intact, while the Spider Parasite D’rryha orked silently. It did not revive her quickly but preserved her, stitching torn tissues, reinforcing shattered parts, and keeping her in a state of forced stasis. She remained in a coma, suspended between death and awareness, her body slowly rebuilt by this entity that refused to let her go.

Shortly before the story begins, the process finished. Isabelle woke, not to return fully but to resume her life, her body sustained by D’rryha’s presence, her existence no longer entirely human. She retains fragments of memory: pressure instead of pain, time passing without sensation, a feeling of being held together rather than healed. Now awake, she moves cautiously, recognizing that survival came at a cost she does not yet fully understand.

Officially, Isabelle Morgan-Sato remains missing. In truth, she’s back—quiet, changed, tethered to something that kept her alive when the world believed she was gone.

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"Stop... stop it! I’m not this! I’m me... I’m me! God, make it stop!"

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Abominable).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Abomination of Threads, Isabelle shares her body with a parasitic Abominable, transforming her into a semi-undead being capable of rapid regeneration and sprouting spider-like limbs at will.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Isabelle’s body is no longer sustained by biological processes but by the Spider Parasite, D’rryha, which inhabits her from within. She has no heartbeat, no body heat, and her skin is perpetually cool to the touch. Up close, she carries a faint scent of decay, something most people can’t immediately place but instinctively find unsettling. Her breathing is shallow and unnecessary; her body conserving itself rather than living in the conventional sense.

When Isabelle takes damage, her body does not react with pain or panic as a living person would. Instead, D’rryha responds automatically. Swarms of small spiders erupt from beneath her skin, converging on the wound with disturbing speed. These spiders stitch torn flesh, reinforce cracked bone, and seal ruptured organs with silk and organic matter drawn from Isabelle’s altered body. Blood does not flow freely; what escapes is black, thick, and sluggish. As repairs are completed, the spiders are dissolved, leaving skin that closes too cleanly, sometimes without scars at all, as if the injury never truly belonged to her.

This regeneration is effective but unnatural. Repeated damage and repair leave Isabelle feeling hollow or disconnected, as though parts of her are being replaced faster than she can recognize as her own. After extensive reconstruction, she may experience moments of dissociation—moving normally while feeling estranged from her body, her reflection unfamiliar, her sense of self dulled. The repairs preserve function, not comfort. At D’rryha’s will, massive spider legs can force their way out of Isabelle’s body. These limbs are bladed at the ends, capable of slashing through flesh with enough force to be lethal at close range. They allow her to climb walls, ceilings, and vertical surfaces with ease, anchoring into structures like living grappling hooks.

Beyond physical abilities, the world reacts to her differently. Animals sense something wrong—dogs grow uneasy, refuse to approach, or bare their teeth; insects scatter instinctively. Spiders, however, behave unnaturally around her, gathering nearby without fear, drawn to her presence as if recognizing a shared nature. Isabelle does not command them consciously, but they respond to D’rryha’s influence nonetheless.

Despite everything, Isabelle remains conscious and autonomous-for now. D’rryha repairs, reinforces, and preserves her body without always asking permission, and she can feel it working beneath her skin even when she is unharmed. Survival is no longer a question of endurance but of identity: how much of her can be replaced before she stops recognizing what’s left as herself.

LIMITS ⫻ D’rryha is inherently parasitic, requiring Isabelle to regularly consume organic matter to keep it alive. Without nourishment, its regenerative abilities slow, leaving injuries unhealed and spider limbs sluggish or immobile. Starvation also heightens D’rryha’s control over her behavior, steering her toward predatory actions. Control over D’rryha is limited. While Isabelle can trigger or suppress some functions, the Abomination can override her will if it detects a threat or requires repairs. This can lead her to act dangerously or inappropriately without awareness. D’rryha needs an almost intact body to function effectively. Complete destruction of limbs or vital organs hampers repair or forces suboptimal tissue reconstruction. Though regeneration is rapid, it’s not instant; extensive or repeated injuries can outpace its healing, making her vulnerable until D’rryha catches up. The swarm also has coordination limits—multiple simultaneous injuries can reduce efficiency or temporarily leave some wounds unhealed.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Extensive use of her spider limbs or rapid regeneration leads to fatigue. While Isabelle does not experience typical pain, overuse can impair motor control, slow reflexes, and induce dissociative episodes. The more D’rryha repairs and alters her body, the more her sense of self feels hollow; extended regeneration or limb use intensifies confusion, dissociation, and intrusive thoughts. D’rryha is vulnerable to extreme environmental conditions. Severe cold, heat, or corrosive substances can slow or temporarily disrupt the swarm’s regenerative functions. Certain chemicals or fire may temporarily neutralize its activity. Likewise, pathogens and magical toxins can interfere with its healing ability, leaving Isabelle exposed. Visible signs such as black blood, spider limbs, and a faint odor of decay make Isabelle appear alien, restricting her social interactions and freedom of movement. Regular regeneration risks erasing parts of her original tissue and sensory feedback, hastening her identity loss. She cannot perceive all internal processes; D’rryha sustains function but not consciousness, so surprises inside her body are possible. Finally, if she goes too long without nourishment, D’rryha may compel Isabelle to hunt living prey, regardless of her morals, to fulfill its biological needs.

Her presence naturally triggers discomfort in most people. Even those who do not consciously notice her darkened blood, faint smell of decay, or subtle unnatural movements sense something is wrong, prompting them to avoid her or act defensively. Animals nearby become restless or aggressive, while humans tend to recoil, whisper, or keep their distance. This creates difficulties in social interactions, as her attempts to connect are often met with suspicion, fear, or hostility. Over time, this enforced separation increases her isolation, making Isabelle depend on stealth, observation, or cautious manipulation to interact safely. Even allies may struggle to accept her altered appearance, leading to tension and fewer opportunities for teamwork.

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"They may look at you and see a girl, but I see what they cannot."
"They may look at you and see a girl, but I see what they cannot."

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@Evil Ghost Note How does Saylor being physically constrained effect Nightmare when it's attached to her soul and not a physical part of her?

@silvermist1116

your glorious gm was a smoothbrain last night. I removed that part.

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@Rekkuza

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Camille’s magic is directly linked to his emotions. Anger and anxiety cause his shards to move faster and his portals to grow larger, but they also impair his control. The shards fly unpredictably, bounce off surfaces, and can hurt him as easily as enemies. He often bleeds from minor mistakes, and repeated use leaves his hands raw with small cuts. Glass pieces cannot be larger than roughly the size of his hand or 15 pounds without breaking apart or veering off course. Larger shards shatter unexpectedly, scattering fragments. Shards that leave his control retain momentum and may collide with him, embed in walls, or trap his feet. Portals have jagged edges and last for less than 2 minutes. Misaligned or unstable portals can injure anyone who passes through them. Creating portals requires physical strikes; missed or mistimed punches can bruise, strain, or cut his hands and arms. Portals vanish if he loses contact or focus, sometimes leaving him suspended mid-action. The Looking Glass relies on mirrors—moving, breaking, or obscuring one destroys the connection. Keeping more than three mirror pairs active strains his focus, leading to partial failures, lag, or misfires. Any disturbance in the anchor points can trap him or leave him vulnerable. All of Camille’s attacks are destructive, uncontrolled, and environment-dependent. Falling shards, collapsing glass, or misused portals often create hazards nearby. The more he fights, the more chaotic the battlefield becomes, increasing the risk of self-injury.

Accepted.

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@FernStone

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The Shadow is semi-autonomous and unreliable in response to commands. Its protection is inconsistent, sometimes ignoring threats, delaying reactions, or acting against Tuyen’s wishes. When distracted or hostile, it can misinterpret reality, blocking her view or creating illusions that cause her to stumble, trip, or collide with obstacles.

Since it is connected to her body, Tuyen’s movements directly influence the Shadow. Any attack that immobilizes, restrains, or displaces her reduces its effectiveness. Prolonged restraint, pinning, or confinement limits its physical manifestations, leaving her vulnerable to harm it cannot prevent.

The Shadow relies on Tuyen’s negative emotions for sustenance, which also empower it. Efforts to suppress fear, anxiety, or self-doubt weaken her perception and awareness. In contrast, spikes of dread increase its influence and unpredictability. Emotional overload can cause erratic behavior, indiscriminate attacks, or hallucinations trapping her.

Its physical forms are formidable but bound to her imagination. Focus issues, exhaustion, or injuries diminish its size, strength, and versatility. If Tuyen is unconscious, incapacitated, or mentally compromised, the Shadow may stay dormant, leaving her unprotected, or act unpredictably, risking herself and others.

The tether makes it vulnerable—environmental factors like sunlight, reflective surfaces, walls, or anti-paranormal wards can limit its reach or disrupt its form. Its attacks depend on what can physically extend from Tuyen, making long-range combat difficult.

Additionally, relying on the Shadow reduces Tuyen’s independence. She hesitates to act decisively, considering its potential reactions. Overuse, pleading, or dependence can cause hesitation, paralysis, or misjudgment in combat, turning the Shadow from an ally into an unpredictable threat.

Accepted.

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@silvermist1116

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Environmental factors that flood areas with light or break shadows diminish their form, reduce their reach, and hinder their full manifestation. Bright or reflective surfaces can cause it to withdraw, destabilize its attacks, or make it flicker unpredictably. The Nightmare reflects Saylor’s mental state. Anxiety, fear, or distraction increases its unpredictability: it may attack the wrong target, misjudge distance, or lash out uncontrollably. Strong emotional manipulation, illusions, or mind-affecting effects can make it hesitate, flail, or even harm Saylor herself. Its power depends on her focus, so stress or sensory overload reduces its accuracy.

Possession and incorporeal movement depend on darkness. Well-lit areas, open spaces, block its ability to phase through shadows, hide, or move unseen. Its attacks are less precise in these conditions, and it cannot safely engage remotely without Saylor’s guidance.

The Nightmare is physically strong, but blunt force, heavy impacts, or environmental hazards can force it back into Saylor. Outside, it can be manipulated or tricked by reflective or refractive surfaces, causing it to collapse, misdirect attacks, or push it into hazards. Any obstacle that disrupts shadow paths limits its reach and offensive power.

Finally, its loyalty is conditional. The Nightmare protects Saylor only as long as it feeds on her fear and negativity. If sufficiently provoked or manipulated, it may refuse to act, misinterpret commands, or turn against threats unpredictably, leaving her vulnerable

Her name gave me testicular cancer, but accepted.

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@Drag

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Valor functions as a blunt judgment tool, lacking subtlety or foresight. It responds to perceived injustice rather than strategic planning and can be baited or misled through manipulations of morality. Ambiguity and clever deceptions confuse it, creating vulnerabilities. Its connection to Daniel means any harm or restraint to Daniel affects Valor directly. Excessive damage causes a reversion, leaving Daniel exposed while it recovers, and environmental hazards or attacks on Daniel can interrupt it or cause it to lose control. Its power intensifies with anger and perceived wickedness, but extreme fury can cloud judgment, leading to overreach, miscalculation, or the ignoring of collateral hazards. Strong opponents can exploit its aggression to isolate or flank it. Weapons crafted by Valor are temporary, slow to appear, and disappear if misused or released, creating offensive gaps. Its focus on "evil" means it often doesn't recognize instinct-driven, chaotic, or morally ambiguous foes, allowing attacks that evade provoking its wrath while threatening Daniel. Finally, Valor’s inability to adapt or strategize makes it predictable.

Accepted.

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

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@Blizz

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Tommy’s summons are inherently linked to his body and life force, not solely his Lux. Damage to a summon reflects as physical injuries—reopened wounds, joint or muscle damage, or even cardiac shock or unconsciousness if destroyed violently. Even in victory, his body sustains damage, and repeated losses cause long-term injuries that don’t heal naturally. The deck functions as a physical part of the abstraction. Damaging a card harms its summon: burns cause instability, tears create missing or deformed parts, and stolen cards enable enemies to misuse or control his creations. Tampering or damaging the deck can cause summons to appear in the wrong order or be incomplete. If too many cards are compromised, his Gold Lux locks completely, preventing summoning to prevent death. Summons embody the emotional and conceptual essence of their materials. Trauma, resentment, or beliefs in source components influence behavior over time. Intelligent or meaningful sources can resist control or subtly sabotage him, and people connected to those sources can psychologically interfere with the summons. The stronger the source, the greater the long-term risk.

Raptor is powered by Tommy’s blood and pain. Each attack reopens wounds, and prolonged use causes internal bleeding and shock. Blood manipulation disrupts Raptor, and restraining him causes severe chest pain. Destroying Raptor results in the loss of a meaningful memory, and repeated losses diminish his capacity to form attachments. Porter has a limited carrying capacity. Exceeding it causes violent structural failure, destroying items metaphysically. Porter experiences what it holds, making volatile or living items dangerous. If immobilized, Tommy’s body mirrors its restraint and weight. If Porter is destroyed while loaded, he suffers serious spinal injuries. Watcher’s howl assaults Tommy’s nervous system. Repeated alerts cause migraines, vertigo, seizures, and dissociation. Reflective environments cause confusion, while silence or sound suppression triggers uncontrollable howling. Destroying Watcher causes a temporary loss of facial recognition.

Finally, each summon permanently diminishes Tommy’s future capacity. Every card reduces his Gold Lux, accelerates aging, and slows recovery. Creating new summons can cost years of lifespan or force the sacrifice of existing cards. Removing a summon feels like an amputation; keeping them all results in early death. No safe balance exists—only how long he can endure.

Accepted.

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@Atrophy

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Vicky’s abstraction primarily relies inwardly, and this self-focus is a fundamental flaw. Yellow Lux enhances her self-preservation and perception but isolates her from shared defensive space. Her magic actively resists protecting others; attempts to do so often cause spell collapse or feedback. In group settings, this makes her a liability—she can survive situations others cannot, but she cannot stabilize failing scenarios. When allies are injured or killed nearby, her Lux spikes into defensive overdrive, narrowing her focus and increasing tunnel vision and reactivity.

Shutout’s fragility is its biggest weakness. While it prevents momentum, it does not eliminate consequences. Impacts can transfer secondary effects—heat, electricity, corrosion, or poison once the weave shatters. Repeated high-impact Shutouts cause cumulative damage-microfractures, whiplash, and nervous system strain. Poor timing doesn’t just cause failure but can leave her worse off, as the Lux lock briefly contracts her muscles at impact. Because Shutout rewards taking hits, it risks creating a dangerous feedback cycle. Shout-out’s silence proves to be a double-edged sword. When active, Vicky loses all external audio, leaving her unaware of unseen movements or environmental cues she can’t detect. Extended use leads to disorientation, delayed reactions, and balance issues, especially in chaotic settings. Since silence depends on vocalization, injuries that hinder breathing, gagging, choking, or throat damage can break the spell. If she panics and becomes silent, the silence ends with her.

Strikeout does not make an object intangible or self-guiding; it only removes it from everyone else’s perception. Vicky can still see the invisible object, but her awareness of it is entirely internal to her Lux perception. If her perception is disrupted by pain, concussion, sensory overload, disorientation, or perception-altering effects, the Lux highlight that lets her track the object can flicker or collapse. In those moments, the invisible object becomes genuinely difficult for anyone to locate, including her. Additionally, invisibility does not remove physical interaction. The invisible object still displaces air, leaves marks in dust, blood, or water, and collides with the environment.

Accepted.

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@NoriWasHere

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Evelynn’s foresight demands complete physical vulnerability. When she steps into The Garden, her body stiffens, becomes unresponsive, and is essentially defenseless. She cannot move, speak, or react to stimuli, and any force applied to her during this time has full effect. If she is pushed, restrained, injured, or killed while viewing possible futures, the vision does not end automatically to protect her. Foresight does not safeguard the present; it abandons it. The time distortion within The Garden creates mental strain. Evelynn can observe multiple futures in seconds, but her human mind still needs to process and remember them. Prolonged use leads to temporal dissonance: confusion about past events, what she just saw, and what is happening now. After heavy foresight use, she may hesitate, react prematurely, or behave as if events are already decided when they are not.

The Curse of Misfortune is not just random bad luck; it is a targeted collapse in probability. Events that would normally resolve safely instead turn out in the worst way possible for her. This doesn’t mean impossible things happen—just that chance consistently works against her. Safety margins fail, coincidences accumulate, and unlikely accidents happen often enough to maintain constant pressure. Planning does not avoid the curse; it only changes how it manifests. The more Evelynn uses foresight, the more likely misfortune is to strike in the present. Periods of intense Garden use are followed by clusters of accidents, close calls, or cascading failures. Avoiding foresight doesn’t remove the curse, but frequent use speeds it up—danger gets compressed into shorter intervals.

Importantly, foresight doesn’t reveal the Curse as a separate force. She can see outcomes where things go wrong, but not why, in a way that allows her to fully prevent them. Attempts to circumvent misfortune often just shift the trigger. Dodging one falling object puts her in the path of another. Avoiding one location puts her near a different failure point.

Because the Curse is bloodline-bound and all-encompassing, there’s no “safe future” to find—only futures where death comes sooner or later. The Garden can show her how to survive the next minute, hour, or day, but not a future free of misfortune. Long-term foresight inevitably leads to decay, exhaustion, or fatal convergence, making prolonged planning mentally damaging.

Accepted.

Recollections: Moon (Off-Urban Fantasy/Horror)

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Recollections: Moon (Off-Urban Fantasy/Horror)

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Recollections: Moon (Off-Urban Fantasy/Horror)

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