[Eternal.]

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❝ Did you not see the warnings carved into the stone outside? They are messages to
those like you, those who seek this place, all with one clear message: Do not enter. Three seconds,
then you join me here. Forever.
Tria...
...Dyo...
...Ena.
Time's up, lover.
Better run. ❞

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Listen to this playlist as you read for effect.

ｂａｓｉｃｓ

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⊗Name: Ελενί Μελίζα Μαψρος
⊗Eleni Meliza Mavros
The name Eleni is a Greek name meaning
''bright shining one'', while her
middle name of Meliza means "Transformed".
Her last name of Mavros is a variation of the
Greek word
for "Blackness" or "Black-hearted". Altogether,
her full name roughly translates to
"Bright one transformed
to black-heartedness", which is a good
representation of her character.
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⊗Gender:
Female, though she doesn't place too much
emphasis on her gender.
⊗Sexuality:
Pansexual, she places no importance on
gender in her love interest.

⊗Birthday:
November 13, 1994

⊗Five-word personality:
Cunning, sly, cold, manipulative, fallen.
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Eleni is very peculiar, an enigma to those who have met her. Nobody asked to describe her will have the same description, due to her rather peculiar personality. She is almost void of personality on her own, just a shell of who she was, condemned to do nothing more than what it takes to survive. However, the only solid trait of her personality is her manipulative nature.
She has the strange ability to meet a stranger, and within seconds have an understanding of their personality and what makes them tick. She will adjust her personality immediately upon meeting someone, and will continue to adjust it to their reactions.

She uses this to bend others to her will, get them to confide in her, to trust in her, then after she's gotten what she wants from them, she strikes, showing her cold nature and driving them away from her with fear in their hearts. To Eleni, others are pawns to be used at her disposal, and betrayal is a game at which she is the master. Every word, every syllable she speaks is carefully crafted to play to her victim's weaknesses. She observes their reactions to her, and her facade will shift based on what they need in her. Once they trust her, she waits for vulnerability, then removes the mask of likability and leaves them to wonder why they didn't see it sooner. She skews her true persona enough so that even if someone were to know all of her secrets, they cannot possibly piece into her true self, which is so far buried that it's lost, even to Eleni herself. She is a player of a cold game, the game of manipulation, dexterous enough to know how to interact.
Anyone asked to describe her would provide one word: Charismatic. None of those who have encountered her know why they were drawn to her, though some say it was her voice, oddly low and purring, a Greek accent with an almost lilting pattern. Her voice has aided in her manipulative pursuits, magnifying the tailored words she speaks.
To Eleni, manipulation is a game in which she is the master. To her, visitors are pawns, and their favors the prize. In order to become the best at her "game", she has nearly eradicated all of her true personality, in favor of an adaptable persona which she changes to please her victim. Eleni does a number of things during a conversation that aid her in getting what she wants. Firstly, she analyzes the stranger's personality, in order to get a feel for how she needs to respond and react. After that, she plans. She imagines every possible response they could have to her, and how to change herself to meet this. Once she has gained their trust, she begins asking favors, starting as simple as a meal, and ending with some serious dirty work. When she's gotten what she wants, she strikes, dripping with betrayal. She rips away the facade she created, showing her true colors, eventually causing her "pawn" to run. Through this "game", Eleni rarely has to get her paws dirty, and rarely leaves her cave and the snakes within that promise her so much safety.
Eleni is traditionally cold and calculating, holding no regard for the happiness of others. She holds plans for almost everything, and has hundreds of conversations with every possible response prepared in her head. She is quite tactful in her actions, careful not to take one step out of line, to execute actions exactly as they're planned, or else she's convinced she'll give away her game too soon. She can even be described as addicted to control and influence. She is the picture of the snakes she loves so dearly, maybe because she sees herself in them. Her facades are the scales, her lies are the fangs, and her words are the venom.
And just like them, her venom is deadly.

Key:
Eleni's thoughts
General story
Eleni's words"
Eleni's writing
⊗New "Act"

⊗Act I- Dawning
A young girl bounds through the woods, careless and uninhibited. Her hair flows long behind her. Know that this is long ago, this girl will soon be unrecognizable from her carefree self.
This girl is a whisper, a giggle, a lark.
She will soon be a shriek, a cackle, a wolf.
But that comes later.
She's always been different, she knows that much, she's known that girls her age don't have webbed toes or finned tails, or glowing

white eyes.
She's never seen her reflection either.
Oh, how the mighty fall.
She gazes into the pond at her feet, catching a glimpse of herself, an unknown monster to this tiny girl. She was fangs and pointed ears, bony figure and sharp claws.
She was a monster.
This day changed her, broke and blackened her. She stopped dulling her claws on the river stones, stopped cutting her hair, stopped eating.
She just...
Stopped.
She stopped, and she fled. She took refuge in a cave, a tomb of cold stone.
It wasn't until she heard the hissing she had any doubt.
Slowly, the snakes became her pets, attacking at her whim, slithering up her tail.
The once innocent girl has been sharpened, fractured, and spliced.
The girl has become the monster she once feared.
The girl is swift.
The girl is deadly.
The girl is Eleni.
You are the girl.
You are fallen.

******

⊗Act II- Golden Sky, Silver Tongue
The world turns around you, asinine to this corner of the universe.
This is a dark, foreign, virulent place.
It is home to you.
No traveler dares to try his luck in these crevices and crags, much to their own avail. It is an almost ugly place, beautiful to none but you. The only redeeming quality it seems to have is the sky. In the early hours of the day, it shines a cerulean brilliance, in the night it resounds with onyx iridescence and indigo resplendency. Those are the more ordinary shades of the land, it's what happens in between that fascinates you. Carmine, amber, straw and wisteria, the shades of the sunrise, of the sunset, of the ever-changing seasons in the ever-changing sky. The sky has always caught your eye, for you know not of times but colors. Daytime has it's shades, as does night time and all those in between. You measure time not from one o'clock to two o'clock, but from azure to cobalt. It keeps you humble, keeps you grounded, and passes the color-times by.
The first time you encountered the snakes, the sky was diamond-blue, and the air was heavy. The gravel plains to your north promised slumber in the sunlight for a change. You counted on shutting your eyes and waking before the sky faded to sapphire.
It didn't happen.
When you woke from doze, it was a low hiss that pulled you from your reverie, one belonging to a small, canary-colored serpent, an adder by the looks of it.
You are not afraid.
As it advances, you do not move, and your heart pounds at a docile, calm pace.
You are not afraid.
It is poised to attack. One bite and it could mark your end.
You are not afraid.
The snake is beautiful, and you would permit it to kill you a thousand times over if it meant that your eyes could fall on those cornsilk scales, just once more.
It hisses.
You speak.
"Hello lover," You speak in a hushed, still voice "Soothe yourself, I do not wish you harm." The adder is enraptured, and sways in cadence with your rhythmic words. With a tentative paw, you touch it's scales, and it draws back. "I apologize, lover, I mustn't of consoled you enough. It's okay, I shall not make you a victim of my vices. I promise." You touch again, yet the snake remains stagnant. "You need a name, don't you lover? How about Hermes? Around here, they believe that he is the god of speed. You're a fast one, so it suits you. Come along, lover, this is not home for either of us."
At that, you depart, Hermes around your tail.
The sky is fiery, kissed with a lilac blush- A lurid hue as ardent as your soul.

******

⊗Act III- Incursion
δέκα ... εννέα ... οκτώ
You count down in your mind, the Greek words so much more soothing than their English counterparts, the squirrel waiting lazily before you on a low branch.
... επτά ... έξι ... πέντε...
The tiny animal doesn't stand a chance, the undergrowth disguising your pelt. You are invisible.
... τέσσερα ... τρία ... δύο...
You slide forward slowly, feeling the earth shift beneath your paws, making sure it stays silent beneath you.
... ένα.
"Better run, lover."
The words pierce the air around you, alerting the squirrel.
But you know that you are faster.
You pull your weight to your back legs and leap, catching it in your jaw, and shaking it a few times to ensure death. Hermes still slithers around your tail as you make your way back to the only life you know.
Your life... It's lonely. Your life is dark stone. Scrawny prey. Days bleakened by northern rain, nights brightened by the glow of a firefly.
The night was young still, the infantile moon reflected by a pool in the cave. Padding over to it, you shock yourself with what you see. Where there once dwelled a well-kept, beautiful girl, there was only you. There was only the new Eleni. You were not who you were.
Ravenous stares.
Frenzied shouts.
Darkness.
Void.
You draw back, your own reflection shooting bullets into your heart. You hadn't looked at yourself in years, for good reason, as you had seen.
You were once young.
Pure.
Clean.
Untouched.
You were the dove with the olive branch in its beak, a beacon of peace to those who wanted it.
But you've changed.
You are now fallen.
Stained.
Manipulative.
Lithe.
Gone is the branch, fallen is the dove, you are now the fox, the creature with the dove locked in its jaws.
The snakes are your only refuge, the only other denizens of this cold stony tomb, they are the only creatures that understand you. The adders are your companions, your guardians, your refuge. The stone is your home, your last resort from a world that

pushes out all that are different. Your best friend, however pathetic it may be, is a tiny adder named Hermes, who you've trained to attack those who attack you.
You work up the courage to look back in the reservoir of cool, black water, your claws scraping the stone in front of it nervously. The noise is repeated, but not in an echo. You see a black shape flit in front of the cave entrance. Scraping again and again, the head pokes it's way in cautiously.
You growl and hiss, chasing the stranger away, not out of defense, but pity.
Nobody deserves the life of the fallen.
You'd better give the newcomer a warning, make sure they don't return.
You don't want... No... You can't want a friend.
You reach down with one white claw at the entrance to the cave, and start to carve your message...
Dear reader, no, lover. You are better than the bleak title of 'reader'. Dear lover,
Don't come any closer. Please. You may think you know what awaits. You don't. What lives under your bed fears me. You may think you have been crafted of the dark, needing to take refuge in this place.
Well, lover, you may be a demon, but I am a fallen angel, it is I who has no further to fall, so I will protect you.
Do not fear me, fear what I can do. I can protect you, or I can hurt you. Take your pick. Whichever you do, hold this phrase in your head: Eleni Mavros loves me. Because I do, lover.
When I speak, when I keep you away, I am doing what I must.
I protect you from the dark.
You belong with the light.
So do you still wish this upon yourself? Get on your way, lover. You are better than this.
You can't sleep that night, you just stared out at the entrance. The moonlight was just beginning to intertwine with the sunlight, and the sky was ashen when the figure returned. You slunk into the shadows and waited for them to read it. You watch from the shadows, fear and concern flowing through your veins. A huff sounded, and they looked up, seeming unfazed. With a flick of your tail, Hermes started towards the invader, the rest of the snakes not far behind.
As the intruder's face flushes with fear, you click your tongue, and the snakes fall back before they could strike.
You do not dare apologize.
You are fierce.
You are swift.
You are deadly.
You are fallen.
You are fallen.
And even though you're hard as the stone you live on, and as cold as the snakes that dwell within, you are proud.

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Q u a d;;
⊗Fur- Sparse and patchy, though
very matted where it is.
⊗Eyes- Narrow, solid white, and
glowing.
⊗Feathers- A mass of six sea green
feathers behind her ears.
⊗Horns- Large, black, and crooked.
⊗Mane- Very long and curly, flipped
over to one side.
⊗Special traits- Forked tongue,
pointed ears, large claws and fangs, long,
thin tail with a finned appearance.
⊗Accessories- A few crystals tied
to any number of limbs and places, usually
changes from day to day.
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A n t h r o;;
⊗Height- 5'6", a bit taller than average
⊗Weight- 103 lbs
⊗Body type- Thin and skeletal
⊗Distinguishing features- Unkempt
appearance, scarred face. Almost
perpetual scowl. She also has sharp
fangs, pointed ears, forked tongue,
and claws, adding to her monstrous
appearance.
⊗Hair- Extremely long, curly, and knotted
⊗Voice- Low and scratchy, with a thick
Greek accent
⊗Accessories- Several pieces of crystal jewelry.
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Some may call it a flaw that Eleni is completely desensitized to violence, though that is not truly a flaw, but theroot of several flaws. The tolerance she possesses for violence can be staggering, but to her it's life, survival of thfittest. This has caused her to jump into fights headfirst, even if there's a way to prevent it. She didn't think that verbal negotiations can solve anything, and will jump to confrontation immediately. Eleni also will never back out of a fight. Once it's begun, it will end, whether it be with her opponent fleeing or dying, never in a truce, because to her, a truce is a loss.

She is much too prideful to appreciate sympathy from the few who have given it, she's never been one to pity. Her pride doesn't allow her to accept the sympathy, but rather to defend whatever is being sympathized, to try and make herself look tough at the very least. Because of this, the few recurring visitors to her cave are almost scared to show
any pity on her, though she pities herself more than they ever will.

Eleni is manipulative, and seemingly proud of this trait. To her, there is no one above her manipulation, and everyone
can be bent to the breaking point. She has no shame in what she does, even taking pride in it. She is a strong believer
in survival of the fittest, even though she's not exactly the fittest, she believes she is above the others, and thus is
entitled to manipulate them to her liking.

One of the odder things Eleni does is analyze and plan every move she makes. Each conversation she's had, she's thought up everything she said and every possible response beforehand, just so she seems eloquent and charismatic, just another one of her manipulation strategies. Even carrying into her daily life, such as hunting, it's all just a choreographed dance to execute seamlessly. She plans these things in the very abundant free time she has alone in her cave, giving her both a hobby and an edge.

Some find it strange that Eleni refers to strangers as "Lover", which at it's core is quite strange, but her underlying reasons are less

so. She doesn't know how to address those she meets in fleeting moments, so she assigns them the most heartfelt title that comes to mind, and that is lover. To her, that word rolls off the tongue smoothly and seamlessly, much more than "stranger", which seems awkward and cumbersome to Eleni. In her mind, they should be honored to have earned the name of "lover", as to her it is a beautiful term, and those strangers are better than any other bleak title.

She also has an irrational love for snakes, even going as far as calling them her only friends. Her home in the cave is inhabited by several small adders, her favorite being a young albino one that she has named "Hermes". She has trained almost all of the snakes in her cave to respond to cues from her, attacking and falling back with nothing but tongue clicks and tail swishes, and they do her bidding. No one can say what started her love for snakes, whether it be deep causes from her childhood, or simply being forced to love them due to living with them. Either way, the snakes play a big role in her life, hunting partners, guards, and companions.

Though Eleni will never show it, she has several fears which she avoids at all costs. Her first and probably greatest fear is her reflection. She is scared of her own appearance and how much she's changed since childhood. Often, she will catch a glimpse of herself in puddles and ponds, which will drive her into a sometimes destructive panic. As child, she had always been taught to hide from herself, so she never looked at her reflection. Once she was a young teen, however, she grew curious and looked into a pond at herself. The sight of her more monstrous features terrified her, inciting her to run far from home and make her current cave home.
Since childhood, Eleni has feared accidents, especially those resulting in injury. Because of this, she strives for perfect fluidity, to have everything planned to avoid an accident. She makes no move spasmodically, each step she takes, each word she speaks is deliberate, all to avoid accidents. To most, this seems like a normal fear, and to an extent, it is. However, Eleni's response to even the slightest accident is pure, undiluted fear. Fear that she won't be able to hunt or run, even for the smallest period of time, which to her is the worst possible scenario.
Even though she is scared of accidents, especially fatal ones, among Eleni's greatest fears is living forever. Though she knows that this is impossible, she is frightened by the idea of no longer having anything to live for, and fading into irrelevance. She holds the idea of a finite life so close to her, it gives her purpose at the end of the day. Eleni believes that nothing is more fear-inducing than losing purpose, and immortality would steal purpose quickly. She would much rather burn like a bright flame than fade into a few glowing embers floating in the air.

-Eleni's eyes are one of the most noticeable features about her, and their glow comes from a chemical property known an phosphorescence. In phosphorescent materials, a substance known as strontium aluminide absorbs UV particles and emits it over the course of several hours. Since Eleni doesn't get much sunlight, this glow can be very dull at times, even unnoticable in brighter areas, but will almost "recharge" in sunlight.

-The color of Eleni's hair is not entirely natural, but bleached by saltwater. Her hair is naturally a much darker green, just a few shades lighter than her skin. However, the only place she can wash her hair is a small saltwater spring in her cave. Over time, the saltwater has destroyed her hair, giving it the much lighter color it is today.

-The sharp edges of Eleni's horns were sharpened by her in an effort to become more intimidating. Her horns were once much duller, but were sharpened on the cave walls, and she greatly prefers them this way.

-The bumps down Eleni's back are not growths or extra cartilage, but rather protruding vertebrae. Since there is so little muscle or fat on Eleni's body, the bones of her back stick out much more, especially on her tail.

-Eleni's claws have grown to the length they are because she has stopped filing them on the stones near the river. They have grown out much more, and have been sharpened to their current dangerous state by the cave floor grinding them to a point

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S t r e n g t h s;;
Eleni's greatest and most prominent strength is her charisma and persuasiveness. She seems to have the ability to persuade anyone to do her bidding by changing her personality enough to get them to trust her, She takes pride in this quality, thinking of herself highly in the art of manipulation. Within moments, she can analyze the personality of a stranger, change her persona to fit it, and plan out responses to any route a conversation can take.

A peculiar strength of Eleni's lies in her affinity for taming the snakes that come and go from her cave. She tames and trains them, even teaching a few to respond to basic cues such as clicking her tongue, flicking her tail, or clawing the cave floor. Because of this, they have become a sort of an army to her, with a few that will attack on her command, she rarely fights or hunts on her own.

One of Eleni's lesser known strengths is her strategic mind. To her, everything is planned in advance, and simply executed later. This serves her greatly in pursuits such as hunting and social interactions, making her motions seem fluid and unbroken, a key aspect in her manipulation. It also allows her to hunt quicker and more effectively, making life just that much easier
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W e a k n e s s e s;;
With her tendency to think everything though, Eleni can overthink, which causes even more to worry about. When she tries to plan a conversation, she often thinks through more than will be said, just in case this is needed. This causes her to zone out and just stare at the cave wall, contemplating what can be said to who. It leaves her vulnerable, which she hates more than almost everything.

Eleni has always been impatient, usually to her downfall. She hates waiting, and the longer she waits, the more irritable and prone to lashing out she is. Losing her cool in situations can be detrimental to her temperament and intentions. This impatience stems from getting what she wants quickly out of travelers that happen across her home, and has caused many problems throughout her.

In addition, Eleni is selfish, holding next to no regards for the happiness of others. Sometimes this can drive someone she wishes to use away if she's not careful. Occasionally, she takes this too far, and risks the lives of others in dangerous situations if it guarantees that she lives. Her immediate priority is towards herself, which can seem conceited, but in the long run, she has no one left to look out for but herself.
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Hello there! This is an odd... Home you have here. Anyways, what's your name?
"Eleni Meliza Mavros. Call me anything but Eleni and it's your head on a stick."

Okay... Any meaning behind that name?
"Eleni is just what my parents named me, it means "Bright one". How I despise
that meaning. When I moved into the cave, I added on my middle and last name, Meliza meaning
"Transformed" and Mavros meaning "Darkness". All together, it means "Bright one transformed to
darkness". That describes me much better."

So Eleni, how old are you?
"No, no, never ask a lady her age. I'm just playing with you of course. I'm twenty
and still going strong."


How would you describe yourself?
"Fallen. Just like my name suggests. I'm Eleni Meliza Mavros- Bright one transformed
to darkness"

Where were you born? Were you born in this cave?
"I wish. I was born on the island of Hios in Greece. Not too far from here. I like it
here on Antiparos Island much better. A lot of thick forests and plenty of cliffs and caves"

Moving on, do you have any fears?
"I used to be afraid of snakes, but I've obviously moved past that... I'm still afraid of
seeing my reflection though. I guess I'm scary to more than others."


What about things you do like? What's your favorite thing?
"I'm not a fan of many things, but I've always taken a fondness to favors... I don't get
many visitors, I try to use them as much as I can while they're here. I also have a liking for words.
They say I'm very good with words."


Do you have a favorite word?
"Of course. Aμαρτία. It means 'sin'. It's a very... honest word, don't you think?"

Yes, I guess so. On that note, I'd better get going. Thank you.
"Already? Come again lover, I'll be waiting."








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L i k e s;;
Darkness
Eleni finds great comfort in the darkness, it is easy on her eyes, camouflages her
dark pelt easier, though most of all, she enjoys the deep onyx color of the sky at
nighttime.
Snakes
Eleni has always had a strange fondness for snakes, their venom, how easily they
can be tamed and used, and even their scaly covering. She sees herself in them,
and for this has always kept them as pets.
Gemstones
Since her cavern is bleak and grey, Eleni enjoys finding gemstones and keeping them
on rocky ledges and around the small spring in her cave. She also decorates herself with
a small number of stones, which change from time to time, though she will always
have a few on her.
Talking to Herself
Eleni finds the sound of her her own voice calming and comforting, especially in
stressful situations. She can even go as far as having full-blown conversations with
herself, which others tend to find strange, though she sees nothing wrong with it.
Hunting
Hunting is another thing that soothes Eleni when she is stressed, though she doesn't do
much of the hunting for herself. Most of the time, she takes one of her snakes with her,
who she gets to do the dirty work instead of herself.
Solitude
Eleni has never been one for socialization, much preferring to be on her own. When
she does interact with others, it is fleeting and done mostly for her own personal gain,
leaving her to her alone time after she is done with them.
Birdsong
The singing of birds has always been a pleasant sound to Eleni, and has provided
much needed background noise to the empty,silent cave. On several occasions, birds have
wandered into her cave, though those met an... unpleasant end at the fangs of the snakes.
Chaos
Though many find comfort in peace, Eleni finds her comfort in what others would
consider chaos. It provides a distraction from the boring nature of everyday life,
and gives her the unpredictability she craves.
Manipulating Others
Eleni draws her greatest joy from manipulation, especially when it involves using others
for her own personal gain. Every conversation is tailored to get what she wants, and
she won't rest until the job's done and the pawn has fled.
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D i s l i k e s;;
Daytime
The daylight has always been harsh on Eleni's eyes, so she detests the daytime.
With the already present glow of her eyes, any more light is overwhelming
and has done damage to her vision already.
Her Reflection
Eleni despises, even fears the sight of her reflection. She was always sheltered
from the sight of herself as a child, because of her monstrous appearance.
Once she did see it as a teenager, it scared her into running away from home
and has left a lasting fear of her appearance.
Company
Eleni hates guests, especially if she cannot use them to her advantage. Most
of the time, she can "make good use" out of them, though when she cannot,
it frustrates her quite a lot.
Being Ignored
Eleni thrives on being noticed and using that to her advantage, so it goes
without saying that being ignored gets on her nerves quite a lot. This frustration
causes her to almost make a fool out of herself with how exaggerated her
responses are to try and recover.
Friendships
Friends are not Eleni's strong suit- She has always had more of a fondness for
fleeting, parasitic relationships in which she has the upper hand, only before
turning on her 'friends' and driving them away from her to start her game again.
Large, Open, Spaces
In an open space, Eleni cannot hide or blend in, making it extremely hard for
her to hunt or avoid enemies, which puts her at risk for the one thing she hates
the most- accidents.
Orderliness
Eleni is not one for law or order, preferring quite the opposite. Orderliness
provides a routine, which she cannot stand, as she hates boredom just as much.
She cannot have a routine, or she will go stir-crazy, which would be dangerous
to both her and others.
Waiting
Eleni is not patient by any standard, nor will she ever claim to be. She cannot
stand waiting, even when it is a favor being done for her. Whenever she asks
a favor of a visitor, she will always end her request with "and I hate waiting",
if not just as a way to incite fear in them.
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Since her cave can be pretty bleak and dull, Eleni collects gemstones and geodes to liven up the place. She has
learned to enjoy this, and often goes on long jewel hunting walks to ease her nerves after a long day. Her personal
favorites are garnets and selenite, despite the latter's rarity. She spends her time arranging them into designs on
the floor or against the wall to pass the time, and it's become something she quite enjoys.
Eleni has always had a penchant for snake taming, which is a talent that she always has possessed. She talks to
them in hushed, smooth voices, and she trains them to follow cues from her, whether it be a click of the tongue or
a flick of the tail. They seem to like her glowing eyes and soothing voice, and are drawn to her. The need to tame
these snakes stems from moving into the cave at a young age, and being forced to either live with the snakes or get
out, so she learned to train them, and they have since, pathetic as it is, became her only friends.
Hunting has always played a large role in Eleni's life, and she has learned to love it. Starting as a necessity to survive,
and turning into an enjoyable activity, she has always hunted, and even enjoys getting food for herself. The cave can
get cold and cramped, hunting provides the much needed break from the space, and allows Eleni to breathe fresh air
and get some exercise, all while providing the little food that she consumes.








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Eleni has always had a fondness for snakes, keeping them as companions and using
them as defense. Dozens of them come and go from the cave, though only a few
stick around, the ones that Eleni has trained extensively and given names. These
all hold a special place in her heart, each with their own roles and traits.
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H e r m e s;;
Hermes is a very young albino puff adder that Eleni has raised from when he hatched. He has
taken on the role of her hunting partner, and her favorite snake. He often is found wrapped
around her tail, deployed as an extension of Eleni to hunt her prey. Hermes' venom is especially
potent, powerful enough to kill a squirrel or rat, Eleni's favorite meal. He is about 18 inches
long and light yellow, accentuated with golden stripes.
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A t h e n a;;
Athena is a grass snake, and the oldest snake in the cave. She is by far the most obedient snake,
and therefore the most efficient when Eleni calls the snakes to attack an intruder. She spends
most of her time at the mouth of the cave, waiting for a trespasser. Athena is very large, olive
green, and has a dark brown ring around her neck, characteristic of her species of snake.
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Z e u s;;
Zeus is a rattlesnake, and a very large one at that. He is aggressive and unruly, leaving Eleni
to keep him secluded from the other snakes most of the time. He has less potent venom than
most rattlesnakes, but still very powerful. He is about four feet long, with dark brown and tan
scales, along with his characteristic tan rattle.
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A p o l l o;;
Apollo is a gentle brown and black water snake. He is more of a companion to Eleni than the
other snakes are, as he isn't as inherently aggressive. Being a water snake, he stays in the small
spring inside the cave, and usually doesn't leave that spot. He is very undersized and not venomous,
making him more of a pet than a fighter.
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Color- Dark red
Number- 13
Letter- Lambda (λ or Λ)
Season- Autumn
Animal- Snake
Shape- Star
Mythical Creature- Siren
Plant- Rattlesnake Master
Insect- Cricket
Sweet Food- Honey
Savory Food- Quail
Drink- Stream Water
Book Genre- Horror
Planet- Pluto
Element- Water
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⊗Birthday: November 13, 1994
⊗Zodiac: Scorpio
⊗Chinese Zodiac: Year of the Dog
⊗Ruling Planet: Pluto
⊗Ruling Element: Fire
⊗Birthstone: Topaz
⊗Birth Flower: Chrysanthemum
⊗European Name Day: May 21st

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The sign of scorpio is a very unstable and mischievous sign, usually associated with coyness and manipulation, two concepts that Eleni is all too familiar with.
Those born in the year of the rat are cunning and charming, though selfish and scheming, those being some of Eleni's biggest strengths and weaknesses.
The planet of Pluto and the element of fire are usually associated with destruction and death, fire being a destructive element, and Pluto being attributed to Hades, the God of death. Eleni's biggest downfalls are her destructiveness and morbid tendencies, tying into her darker side

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Click here to hear a short musical piece composed by me as a sort of a theme song for Eleni.
I hope you enjoy the Nightmare Lullaby!
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To move the paw, use the arrow keys, to catch the fish, press space.
Pressing z, x, c, v, b, n, or m will reset the game, with the fish in a different place

Click here to play!








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Pounding heart and silver tongue,
I am not your chosen one.
By death's design, I endure.
I'll take you in,
I'll make you mine,
Shrouded in sin,
Cast to the brine.
Together so grand,
I'll kiss your hand,
The night will give eternal vow,
This is not my final bow.
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The Tempest Girl runs,
Runs,
Runs to the cave.
The warrior shouts of the silent stone,
Quiet,
Quiet
Scarce to be seen,
Scarce to be heard,
Though the moonbeams fight to shine,
And the darkness bleeds freely unto the stone,
Still the Tempest Girl runs,
Runs,
Runs upon this forsaken place.
Runs to be free.
Runs,
Runs,
Run.
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This is Gospel- Panic! At the Disco
Angeles- Elliot Smith
The Phoenix- Fall Out Boy
Monster- Imagine Dragons
Circle You- Vocaloid
Out of the Shadows- Cut One
Bleeding Out- Imagine Dragons

Listen to Eleni's playlist here!



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Click here to ask Eleni questions!
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Hello there, I'm Eternal.! I currently own two kias, Imber and Jace, and I'm hoping Eleni will soon join the family. I've had this character idea floating around in my head for quite a while now, and this kia fits the bill perfectly. The gorgeous colors and edits caught my eye immediately, and I knew that I would fight my hardest to win her.
As someone who speaks and writes Greek, that was a very fun and personal aspect to add to this character, yet a good challenge to write, The competition is tough, and to come out of here the winner would be an honor. Thank you for taking the time to read my form, as I know it's quite long.
I've had this idea for quite some time now, a girl with a personality akin to a chameleon- ever changing, and a odd love for snakes. I have been waiting for the perfect kia for this, and she struck me immediately- Each little detail fit perfectly with this character. I have put so much of myself into her, both figuratively and literally. Yes, I have worked my tail off on this form, as many of the others have, but I have ingrained pieces of myself into her- From her hobbies and her likes, to her love for reptiles and Greek heritage- All parts of me, which I believe is the greatest connection you can have with a character. However, I tried to weave the idea of a siren into her, in such ways as her "game" of charisma and manipulation to shine through to the design of the character.
If I were to win Eleni, I would be as active as possible with her, roleplays and fanclub alike. Her character seems as if it would be fun to play around with and develop more. She is so much fun to draw, and I would love to be able to draw her even more.
I have greatly enjoyed developing the character of Eleni, and I hope you enjoy reading this form as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Best of luck to all those entering, and all those judging,
~Eternal.



{Word Count~ 5,428}

Lyrics from Monster by Imagine Dragons
Eleni and form by Eternal.
Design by mango sherbet
Species by pandora.
All art in this form by their rightful artists

[Jinx.]

omg reserve with the name Ianthé

[huskyhiccups]

username → kootra

name → сон (Sleep in Russian)

gender → female

personality → straight to the point ⋅ liar ⋅ untrustworthy ⋅ smart ⋅ devious

likes → pearls ⋅ water/rain ⋅ music ⋅ dark ⋅ men

dislikes → children ⋅ brightness ⋅ small spaces ⋅ loud noises ⋅ sticky things

art → WIP

(Song: Golden Slumbers (a lullaby))

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

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username;
meowien

name;
Layanna(Lay-on-ah),more commonly know by most as Laya

gender;
female

personality;
Laya is a peculiar kind of Kia,being the kind that loves attention,but at the same time is very shy around crushes and reserved to strangers.She's normally very talkative and loud,and can be flirty on accident.She dislikes when others are judged without reason and does her best to defend others who deserve it.

sexuality;
Laya is Pansexual,not really caring who she's with,if she's happy she doesn't care,then again who would get close to her?

hobbies;


art;

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[ShammySlyvmin]

resss with the name Elena.

[dogshrimp]

Vanitie - commonly called Vani

female

[Citric]

So sorry, dropping out to try for Apple's!

[houndpine]

listen while you read

out of the fire

pull me into your ocean

out of desire

pull me in


bury me deep

in your waves of commotion

silence the fire within

your siren's calling

it's so inviting

your battle cries are hypnotizing


i'm under your spell

from heaven to hell

the in-between is so enticing


out of the fire

pull me in to your ocean

out of desire

pull me in


bury me deep

in your waves of commotion

silence the fire within



your siren's calling

it's so inviting

your battle cries are hypnotizing


i'm under your spell

from heaven to hell

the in-between is so enticing


hold me down

bring me peace again

hold me under

take me with you to the bitter end

hold me under



heavy my heart

with your wish for survival

tear me apart

in your type


swallow me whole

fill my lungs with revival

quiet the the chaos inside


your siren's calling

it's so inviting

your battle cries are hypnotizing


i'm under your spell

from heaven to hell

the in-between is so enticing


hold me down

bring me peace again

hold me under

take me with you to the bitter end

hold me under


hold me down

bring me peace again

hold me under


from my salvation

the raging waters

flooding into me

in your temptation

your quiet thunder

breaks me

overtakes me


hold me down

bring me peace again

hold me under

take me with you to the bitter end

hold me under

there have always been whispers of her.
she's called lefká mátia. white eyes.
they say she's a siren, a beautiful creature
who uses her voice to lure foolish travelers
deep into the ocean, where she devours them.


i don't remember what my name
used to be. i have a new one now.
they call me lefká mátia. it's
greek for white eyes.
i've heard what they say.
they call me a siren. it's
rather fitting, actually.


no one has ever seen her
up close and lived to tell the tale.
but we've seen her from a distance,
heard her unearthly voice,
mourned the victims of her deadly embrace.

i am to be feared around here.
i have a reputation.
i'm a sorceress, an enchanter,
a monster.
ha.

let me tell you the truth.




hello there, curious beasty. don't be shy,
come all the way into my cave. i don't eat
fish. there you go. surprisingly well-lit, eh?
this was a lucky find. not often you can find
nice caves that aren't completely submerged.
i can't just breathe water like your kind, unfortunately.
that would be a perk to this curse. it would make
feeding a whole lot easier, too. oi! hey! get away from
there, i need those. yes, i know glass vials are shiny and
intriguing. and they aren't up here safe in the air.
they need to be kept submerged. what's in them?
my spare food supplies. it helps if i don't hunt all
the time. people get nervous, try to take action. causes
problems for all of us. it's much easier if i just hunt when
i really need to, and eat sparingly to store up supplies.
what do i eat? silly me, that does need to be explained.
well, i feed off of the energy and life force of others.
yes, yes, atrocious, monstrous, horrific, blah blah blah.
i'm a predator, sweetheart. i do what i need to to survive.
am i a monster? maybe. i've certainly been labelled one.
but i believe my definition of monsters and the general
populace's are very different. i may be hideous and feed
off of others, but i've met more monstrous souls than
myself who looked perfectly normal and ate berries and
fish. true monsters, who thought it was sport to torment
and beat innocents who simply were different than themselves.
just because they feared the unknown and thought it
was fun to dominate another completely through pain and fear.
that is horrific. i was made to be this way through no fault of my
own. i virtually starve myself so i don't have to feed quite as much-
though this is more a matter of convenience and keeping under the
radar than of morals. point is, i am much less a monster than
others, despite my food sources. i am not to blame for those
either, by the way. my mother and father angered a witch when
they tried to get away with not paying for her services- which were
helping them to bear a child. me. the furious witch cursed the
child she helped conceive. i was born like this- emaciated, fanged,
with horrid mutations. my parents took one look at me and threw
me out on the street. luckily, i was not born helpless like most babies.
i could walk and think rationally, not to mention see and hear clearly.
even with these advantages, i was on the verge of starving. one night,
as i lay shivering in a hollow, i caught a delicious scent. i followed it
and found a mortally wounded kiamara, unconscious on the shore
of a pond. i could see a white, gaseous, somewhat luminescent
substance leaking from his body. it smelled absolutely delightful,
so naturally my first reaction was to lick it. to my surprise, it stuck
to my tongue. it tasted like faintly sweet ice water, and it filled me
up like no food ever had. i eagerly lapped up the white stuff until
it was gone, full and satisfied for the first time in my life. the
kiamara had passed on. as i grew, i realized that this material,
the only one that could really nourish me and keep me alive,
was the life energy of other kiamaras. you see my eyes? that's
the energy, slowly leaking from my body. i don't know why it
does, but it means i need to replenish my supply, or i die.
it’s taken me many mistakes and many years, but
i have perfected my hunting methods, my rationing, staying under
the radar while still feeding enough to survive. usually no one
bothers me. they’re either skeptical of my existence or afraid.
occasionally young, dumb kias, full of bravado, dare each
other to find me. very few have found this cave. i think
you can understand what happens to them, eh beasty?
can’t have anyone ruining my operation, you know.
oh- speaking of my operation i have going here, i'm
afraid I almost left out something very important;
my voice. you see, while i was cursed with this method
of nourishment and with my malformations, I was
blessed with a beautiful voice. i've heard it said
that it sounds like an angel, something out of this
world. that was, of course, when they couldn't see
my hideous appearance. it's a rather useful tool
to lure others close enough to ambush them.
i guess that's why i'm called a siren. makes sense.
does it get lonely? i suppose. sometimes i do feel alone.
but i soon push it away and try to forget.
after all, who would spend time with a monster?
who would love a monster?
that’s right.
no one.

lefká mátia is really quite lonely, despite how she might deny it.
she's been alone almost her entire life, and
subconciously craves the affection and warmth
of a bond with another. all she's known has been
revulsion, ostracization, and anger directed
towards her. to protect herself from completely
breaking down emotionally, lefká mátia has
erected a wall around these vulnerablilities
and convinced herself of her own cold, distant,
ruthless persona. thus this is the way she acts;
like a monster because she's expected to be one
and because she might be destroyed if she can't.
many would ask why, without a family or friends
or no real purpose in life, why lefká mátia doesn't
just... give up. she has nothing to live for.
strangely enough, she's never even entertained
this possibility. though she may not realize it,
what's keeping her going through all the lonliness
is the hope of someone loving her someday. it's
all she really wants, the only thing that she needs
to be happy and to fill up the gaping hole she
feels inside. but she's never known love. it's
an alien concept to her. lefká mátia doesn't
realize that it is what she needs in order
to be happy- which is also a foreign idea to her.
all she's ever known has been survival, and all
she's ever felt emotionally-wise has been
betrayal, hurt, lonliness, and resignation.

many of lefká mátia's physical mutations
and aspects come from the witch's curse.
the elongated, sharp teeth and claws,
bony protrusions, aquatic-esque tail,
sharp ears, and food source all come
directly from the curse. her emaciated
frame is due to the fact that lefká mátia
feeds only as often as she needs to to
survive, not to thrive. this is less about
morals than about the necessity of staying
inconspicuous.
as for the beautiful hair and feathers,
it's not quite clear as to why those are there.
maybe with all the ugliness in the witch's magic,
there needed to be at least some beauty to
counterbalance it.

almost all of lefká mátia's life has been spent
alone, just trying to survive, from the very time when she
was born. when she born her parents screamed 'monster'
and threw her out in the cold to die. every time she's seen
by another, they scream in horror, or at least stare and whisper,
repulsed. she's never known love or happiness. she is forced
to feed on her own kind to survive, a cannibal, one of the
worst kinds of monster that we fear. it's a miracle that
lefká mátia has managed not to be driven completely
insane. however, she does suffer from depression,
occasional anxiety, and extreme mood swings. she
can be found cackling madly and dancing, tossing
her hair and singing one minute, and lying listlessly on
the cold stone the next, seeing only darkness.
she's also developed a habit of talking to any
fish or other creatures that wander into her cave home.




thank you for reading.

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