Amareth Niet Odotheus

[Whispers of the Delirium]

Basic Information

Birth Name: Amareth Niet Odotheus
Current Name: Amareth
Nicknames: None
Aliases: Scars of the Forlorn
Titles: Watcher of the Paths
Affiliations: None
Birthplace: Island of Veryx, Makai
Race: Nosrepon
Mother: Areyn Caeloyr
Father: Zaryx Vhen Odotheus
Sibling(s): Alethea Ceili Odotheus
Marital Status: Single

Physical Traits

Age: 119
Physical Age: 22
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Build: Slender, lean
Skin Color: Pearlescent white
Eye Color: White, no pupil
Hair Color: Jet Black
Physical Features: Hair extends to the waist, worn straight; her lips are full, yet constantly tight in a grim expression
Apparrel: No adornments with the sole exception of a silver-chained locket about the throat; she wears flowing, irridescent robes that appear made of shadows themselves

Strengths and Weaknesses

Skills & Abilities: Ability to tear a whole in the existing plane, allowing short travel to another world
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous
Strengths: Ability to form a portal is stronger than most
Flaws: Hatred often interferes with logic, is anti-social and dislikes company; has a sensitivity to direct sunlight

General History/Miscellaneous

There was a sound among the shadows. A rustling, and a tearful moan of pain. Overhead, the clouds darkened and the sky howled in fury. Light tore the dark expanse with vengeance, but abandoned the barren land with darkness quickly after. In the midst of the chaos, two forms lay huddled. A tall, slender man bent over a crouched form, his face torn with grief. His digits played at the delicate cheek of his companion, urging her to breathe. The sky crowed with thunderous laughter, and spit forth burning droplets of rain. Each cascading drop hit the couple with little remorse. Over the sound of the turmoil, the harsh screams of anguish continued. Then suddenly, there was silence. A dreadful, dead silence that crept into the depths of one’s soul. The man lay crouched, staring at the still form of his beloved, too proud to pass the tears of his remorse. Instead, he released a whistling, mourning sigh. However, a soft sound gave him pause. As he looked up, he found himself staring into the beautiful white eyes of an infant; those cruel, pallid eyes watched him with a look that possessed undeniable wit. She reached out to him with those small, helpless hands, and urged him to love her. “Thus a Nosrepon is born,” he murmured quietly beneath his breath as he reached out to the infant to claim her. The child merely cooed in acceptance, and settled into her father’s embrace. With one last look at his motionless lover, he stood. A sliver of light ripped the horizon, and darkness and light both poured across both of them. He clutched her close as he stepped into the expanse, fading into the lifeless world beyond.