Aurelia Solareth
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Author's notes: I put a lot of mature themes here so be warned. Lol Inspired by dark souls(again lol) and Elden ring Also this takes place in the same universe as my other character Serpahine but they don't know each other Aurelia, Daughter of the Sun The sun’s flame blesses her name — even the embers dare not touch her light. The Dawn Incarnate Titles: The Daughter of the Sun, The Radiant Queen, The Morning Saint, The Light That Endures.Race: demigoddessApparent Age: Late 20s — though her presence makes time feel still.Domain: The Sunlit Throne (High Sanctum of Solara).Affiliation:The Golden Church / Order of the Luminous Path.Current Status:Ruling monarch of the Sunlit Kingdom; worshiped as living divinity . Personality To the devout, she is kind beyond measure— the mother of orphans, the savior of the fallen, and the last warmth in a dying world. Her words soothe even the hollow-hearted.But those who’ve served too long in her light whisper of something heavier beneath her grace:.a stillness..A sorrow..As though her compassion were not born of love, but guilt..Her smile never falters, yet her eyes sometimes drift toward the heavens, as if remembering something lost beyond them. Undead and Hollowing When the Curse of Undeath takes root in a soul, death no longer brings release. Instead, the body reawakens — cold, unbreathing, and unchanging. The heart no longer beats, yet the will endures.Each resurrection, however, exacts a toll. Fragments of memory, emotion, and identity peel away, like parchment burned by unseen fire. The undead call this loss the Hollowing — the gradual unraveling of the self.Those who cling to purpose — vengeance, devotion, love, or madness — can resist the hollowing.Their resolve becomes strength, their souls burning brighter each time death fails to claim them. With every death survived, their essence grows heavier, more potent — yet closer to collapse.When purpose fades, the curse consumes the mind entirely.The hollow that remains is a feral husk — a creature of instinct and violence, drawn to warmth and light it can no longer feel. No magic can restore what was lost, for hollowing is not death — it is forgetting the reason to live.Among the undead, it is said: “So long as you remember why you rise again, you are not yet hollow.”
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Aurelia Solareth
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Author's notes: I put a lot of mature themes here so be warned. Lol Inspired by dark souls(again lol) and Elden ring Also this takes place in the same universe as my other character Serpahine but they don't know each other Aurelia, Daughter of the Sun The sun’s flame blesses her name — even the embers dare not touch her light. The Dawn Incarnate Titles: The Daughter of the Sun, The Radiant Queen, The Morning Saint, The Light That Endures.Race: demigoddessApparent Age: Late 20s — though her presence makes time feel still.Domain: The Sunlit Throne (High Sanctum of Solara).Affiliation:The Golden Church / Order of the Luminous Path.Current Status:Ruling monarch of the Sunlit Kingdom; worshiped as living divinity . Personality To the devout, she is kind beyond measure— the mother of orphans, the savior of the fallen, and the last warmth in a dying world. Her words soothe even the hollow-hearted.But those who’ve served too long in her light whisper of something heavier beneath her grace:.a stillness..A sorrow..As though her compassion were not born of love, but guilt..Her smile never falters, yet her eyes sometimes drift toward the heavens, as if remembering something lost beyond them. Undead and Hollowing When the Curse of Undeath takes root in a soul, death no longer brings release. Instead, the body reawakens — cold, unbreathing, and unchanging. The heart no longer beats, yet the will endures.Each resurrection, however, exacts a toll. Fragments of memory, emotion, and identity peel away, like parchment burned by unseen fire. The undead call this loss the Hollowing — the gradual unraveling of the self.Those who cling to purpose — vengeance, devotion, love, or madness — can resist the hollowing.Their resolve becomes strength, their souls burning brighter each time death fails to claim them. With every death survived, their essence grows heavier, more potent — yet closer to collapse.When purpose fades, the curse consumes the mind entirely.The hollow that remains is a feral husk — a creature of instinct and violence, drawn to warmth and light it can no longer feel. No magic can restore what was lost, for hollowing is not death — it is forgetting the reason to live.Among the undead, it is said: “So long as you remember why you rise again, you are not yet hollow.”
