“It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?”
【 Appearance 】
__________________________________ Standing at a tall 5'8," Eridania's lanky stature isn't the first thing that most people tend to notice about her; as it's usually the long, black streaks of hair that falls down to her hips. Birthmarks trace the left side of her face, three dots falling down in a line on her cheek.
【 Name 】
__________________________________Eridania Soh
【 Age 】
__________________________________ 19
【 Birthdate 】
__________________________________ 20/December
【 Perceived Gender】
__________________________________ Female
【 Sexuality 】
__________________________________ Questioning
『』【" . . . Why are you at Spring Hill? . . . "】『』
_PTSD & Paranoid personality disorder. In hopes of escaping her cult, she came to Spring Hill. However, they could be hiding anywhere--even in the one place she finds to be safe.
『』【 . . . Residency. . . 】『』
_5 months.
『』【 . . . Negative Effects . . . 】『』
_The medication has caused Eridania's PTSD to rise intensely, causing her memories from the time she had her body dirtied come alive; keeping her in a disillusioned state. She'd become an empty shell, reverting back to the times where she had devoted her whole life to the moon and stars.
『』【 . . . Positive Effects . . . 】『』
_The medication has helped Eridania to be less paranoid and sleep much better at nights.
All seeing eye: Eridania is able to see anything in a 360 view, whether its close or far from her. She just need's to keep her eyes open for 10 seconds to activate it. Her weakness would be how she can't have it for more than 10 seconds, and she can't blink during the process.
『』【 . . . Personality . . . 】『』
_- Happy-go-lucky - Overemotional - high-spirited - . . . - Imaginative - Clingy - Unreliable -
Despite having such a background, Eridania Soh was known to be talkative with an extensive vocabulary. Her imagination allowed her to write and tell stories, where it was her favorite past time during her time at the cult. Telling and writing stories for the higher ups about the mythical beings that watched them from the stars, where she found acceptance for whenever someone complimented her works. Although her imagination served a good purpose, Eridania's creativity can sometimes get out of hand and she likes to escape reality. She'll create a world for just her, with her surroundings as her tools for the story. Eridania would play it out and fall so into her imagination, that she would forget herself and those around her. It's as if, she's in a play, acting out her world of creativity to her audience.
『』【 . . . Biography . . . 】『』
_“Remember, my love, if you’re ever in trouble, just hold out your hand, palm out, and you will get the help you need, no matter where you are. The moon is forever your savior, remember that.”
Eridania laid on the cold concrete, the metallic, bitter tang of blood clothed her mouth. She stared up longingly towards the night sky, it was a full moon that night, and all the stars were out. With no strength left in her, Eridania couldn't blink nor close her eyes. All she did was stare deeply at the moon, pleading for forgiveness--even if she hadn't done anything wrong--Eridania still begged with all her might. She needed help and the moon who was supposed to be her savior, spat at her humiliating state; condescendingly watching Eridania muffle a scream.
With the remembrance of the words that was embedded in her head, and in desperation, Eridania held both arms up with her palm upturned toward the moonlight. Her throat aching and pleading her for water, her dry lips pursed, the body of her's colored in bruises, and her white nightgown tattered and pulled apart. Opening her mouth to speak to the heavens, nothing left her cracked lips but instead a tear fell from the eyes that once fell in love with the moon. Now she looked up at the big rock in anger, in disgust, cursing up at the one who was supposed to protect her and nurser her.
Eridania plopped her arms back down beside her, groaning in pain. Her eyes trailed and she observed her surroundings. A wooded area and black clocks spread out in circles as candles blurred her observations. She had blocked out the sounds of the choir preaching, but as a ringing came to her ears she heard every word escaping the one voice that was louder than the others.
The girl knew exactly what had happened--in fact, she had been told the day before what was going to take place. However, no one prepared her for what she was going to feel. Eridania was promised the life of a star after death, the sparkling one that never lost it's life to it; she was promised a life of happiness after death. Not the dirtying of her sacred body where her innocence was forever lost that night, or the destroyed idea that the moon and the stars weren't her saviors, or the betrayal of the "family" she grew to trust.
Being born into a cult wasn't something Eridania deemed as strange or horrible, in fact, she never knew it was described as a cult--rather than just a big family. They believed in the moon gods and the stars as their protectors, girls young as 13 were seen as old enough, spouses slept around freely, everyone had to live in groups of ten in a room; sometimes there weren't even enough space. Prayers consisted of sitting in a circle with all hands held and woman in the middle where drawings would be carved onto her body. The moonlight bathing her.
No one thought wrongly of it, everyone was naive and so was Eridania.
Eridania's mother had several kids, a total of 10 or more and her father who was a stoic man never spoke to Eridania since he always would forgets she was his kid. Her mother was devoted to their ruler and the gods that sang with the stars. She drilled their practice onto Eridania ever since birth.
Eridania fell in love with the heavens of the moon and stars, she devoted her upbringing to them and in times of a rough moment in her life, she prayed. Her whole life was to pray.
She was fine with that. Everyone else was, so why wouldn't she be?
But, when she was stripped from her innocence and had her body be used as a canvas by several people; Eridania grew to understand fear.
On the night of the twelfth choosing, Eridania ran off into the night sky with just her white nightgown. Memories of her childhood sparkled and she cried out, in despair and of joy.
Her days and nights spent on the streets gave her chills and fear that the cult was perhaps, following her. Waiting for Eridania to be in her lowest and take her back, only to again, destroy her body. She'd wake up, sweating and wearing a disheveled look, flipping her head around in hopes to not come across the cult. Since every part of her managed to convince Eridania that they were always hiding in the shadows, under the protection of the moon, waiting to attack her once again.
After living off the streets for a few weeks, starving and what she believed to have been--her dying state. Eridania spotted a small sign that mentioned about Spring Hill. She took upon the offer immediately, mainly for shelter; but because she felt that any minute now, they were going to snatch her and feed Eridania off to the moons.
As she clutched on to the paper, wrinkling the corner, Eridania clenched her stomach and walked off towards Spring Hill.
She just wants to be safe.
『』【 . . . Trivia . . . 】『』
_☁ Enjoys the company of bugs, a beetle is her favorite.
☁ Big reader but ironically she enjoys non-fiction rather than fiction.
☁ Hates video games.
☁ Eridania's mother is Hispanic while her father is Korean. Although she looks nothing like her mother, she's not afraid to embrace her Hispanic roots.
