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Ophelia's Introduction —✧

"A former Lord Ravager who, upon being defeated in combat by Ambrose, was spared and given a new name. She has since become the Emanator's reserved and considerably intimidating travel companion."

◆ Name: Ophelia ◆ Gender & Pronouns: Female (she/her) ◆ Age: ??? ◆ Faction: The Antimatter Legion (formerly), none (currently) ◆ Path: Destruction ◆ Type: Fire

Mercy, as a concept, was one that Ophelia lived by.

...At least, her version of mercy was the unique philosophy she lived by.

During her days as a Lord Ravager of the Anrimatter Legion, Ophelia—then known by another name—believed that humanity was inherently vile, and that the greatest mercy she could bestow upon to save them from their evil was the destruction of their societies.

...But upon being defeated by Ambrose, the Aeon Yaoshi's beloved angel, she was surprised and quite appalled to find that their concepts of mercy were very different.

"I am sorry that the universe has been so cruel to you thus far," Ambrose had said, tender hands brushing the hair from Ophelia's face as she huffed and glared upwards. As the Destruction's power drained from their body, so too did her ability to maintain a more intimidating form, leaving her... like this, in the young body that she had initially emerged from Warforge in. Ophelia vaguely mused to herself over how much her body had changed since that time... she had barely even noticed, but it was all too blatant now. How utterly weak she must have looked to Ambrose in that moment. "You did not deserve to suffer, darling child."

"Kill me, then. Spare me further suffering."

The Emanator paused, dazed blue eyes flicking across her tired face. Then, they smiled. Kindly, too kindly, it made Ophelia utterly sick. "But then you will not have the chance to experience the beauty of life. No, little one... I have never been that kind of person. I will not kill you. I will not take away your birthright to live, and live at peace."

"Are you mocking me?" she demanded, nails digging into the dirt beneath her. "Ugh... to be patronized by one of Yaoshi's children, the Destruction's antithesis... how annoying. Spare me your insufferable pity."

Nothing but her life was spared, unfortunately.

Even now, as Ophelia wearily glances over at the Emanator of Abundance that she was cursed with traveling with, she still thinks that Ambrose was pitying her. The mercy they extended was rooted in nothing other than pity and compassion.

...But maybe that was fine.

She doubts Nanook would take her back, anyway, so it wasn't as if she had anywhere else to go.

PERSONALITY

◆ Irritable, moody, and harsh are among the few words that come to mind when a person who knows Ophelia is asked about her. She is, to be frank, the polar opposite of the one who saved her. Despite being trapped in the body of a child aged no older than seventeen or eighteen, she has the stare of something ancient, piercing deep into the skin of those unfortunate enough to be at the receiving end of it. If Ambrose is seen as the gentle, inviting kiss of foamy waves crashing on the shoreline and against one's body at sunset, then Ophelia may very well be the violent and swirling nighttime waves that swallow unsuspecting victims who get too close... more or less, since Ambrose has forbid her from killing unnecessarily. Despite being perhaps childishly moody at times, Ophelia has been known to have moments of frightening calmness, clarity, and wisdom beyond the years of her physical body. It is at those times during which all those around her are forced to remember just what she once was—a Lord Ravager, immortal, all-powerful, and unconstrained by the limits of known physics. Though many of her former powers have been taken away from her, having been rescinded at the very same the moment that her emanatorship was, she still retains some semblance of the divine bringer of destruction she once was.