The last surviving member of a long-dead race of extradimensional beings. Our name and language could only be perceived by a handful of entities in all of existence.
There were eight of us. Now I bear the full powers of my seven fallen compatriots. To say that I'm lonely would be like saying the Cosmos are really, really big.
Originally from Subcosm-δ, Chronum-83/15, a region of the multiverse that was forever taken by the Void. 6'9" tall.
[Roleplay account] (FC: Hermione Corfield)
| Fandoms | Open |
| Writer | #EllieNotEleanor |
| Origin | Original character |
@IsabelWrightson @JessicaLaren @RidleyGarrant @BeckieMordan @CsaelOuriae @GunTotingSiren @TheCorsair @MagitekGirl
> time, a woman of the sea soul-bound to the Spirit of the Depths, and two others similarly locked to the Elements of the old world—they stand here together.
But not in joined armament. Not yet.
"This is hardly an 'Avengers, assemble' moment," Alterna says at length, "But be on your guard nonetheless."
[Cc: @IsabelWrightson @JessicaLaren @RidleyGarrant @BeckieMordan @CsaelOuriae @GunTotingSiren @TheCorsair @MagitekGirl (NPC: Nemesis)]
To use an old parlance of this dimension... The board is set, and the pieces are in place. If the Pythian prophecy holds true, the Otherworlder's adversary will not live to see the day to come.
This line of unlikely allies—a war-weary Gallifreyan, an alien bespoke for a purpose no longer needed, a princess of Ivalice, a lone survivor lost in an unfamiliar >