The Curse of the Wailing Lady is a tale that has been passed down through generations in a small coastal town. The legend tells of a beautiful woman named Isabella who was married to a wealthy ship captain. However, Isabella's charms were not enough to keep her husband loyal, and he began an affair with a younger woman. Heartbroken and consumed by jealousy, Isabella confronted her husband and the other woman in a fit of rage. In a desperate attempt to win back her husband's love, Isabella made a deal with a mysterious old woman who claimed to have magical powers. The old woman offered Isabella a potion that would give her eternal beauty and the power to make any man fall in love with her.
The charm bore a curse, a far more dangerous one than the impish yet harmless shadow. The spectrel offering it had been trying for a while to craft charms capable of holding the curses of the gods, each and every attempt failing as miserably as the previous one. Trying to get rid of the faulty charms was far easier than creating them, and Soren just so happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, desperate enough to try something that would do more harm than good.
Born in a proud clan of strong warriors as one of the potential successors to the leader, Soren grew up in a disciplined and very methodical environment, where harsh training since a tender age was the norm and there was no place for childish games and silly antics. Tired of trying to redeem himself for something he didn t even choose and hearing everyone talking behind his back about his so-called curse, he simply decided to pack up his few belongings and find a permanent solution.
The old woman offered Isabella a potion that would give her eternal beauty and the power to make any man fall in love with her. However, the old woman warned Isabella that there would be consequences for using the potion. If she ever lost her husband's love again, she would be cursed to wander the town in eternal sorrow, her screams of anguish filling the night air.
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Quiet and reserved, Soren is not the most social guy, preferring to keep to himself rather than socializing or even just holding the shortest conversation with someone. Doesn't help that his social skills are next to non existent as well. Generally distrusting of people, he takes a while to warm up to others, hardly considering anyone a friend, thinking he himself doesn't deserve or need them after years of hell back at the clan's village. Even when he does get close enough to someone to befriend them, he's very awkward and struggling to socialize, preferring to stay quiet and let them do the talking. He's just that awful at small talk. Or talk in general.
His shadow, Dusk, is the total opposite of him. Friendly, outgoing, cheerful, childish and immature, Soren is always struggling to keep him under control and making him behave. Dusk is pretty much the little brother he never asked for but will protect anyways.
Trivia- After some time they decided to name his shadow Dusk. Dusk was pretty happy with the new name.
- Dusk feels somewhat cold to the touch.
- Soren tends to tell others that he's cursed as it usually helps to keep them away with fear.
- Dusk doesn't talk, mostly expressing itself with giggles and other noises.
- As a child, since he hated Dusk so much and then almost blinded himself with his own powers, he always avoided using them. Now he has little to no control over his spectra powers.
- Tattoo spectra: sensory manipulation - can manipulate the senses of others and/or his own.
- Shadow spectra: cloaking - can make himself or others go unnoticed in plain sight or harder to detect (not invisible). Is stronger if used in the shadows.
- Eye aura spectra (cursed form): detection - can sense living beings around him without having to see them even if they're hidden.
- Naps
- Quiet places
- Being bothered (especially by Aster)
- Excessive cold or heat
- Dusk acting up
- Samael
Born in a proud clan of strong warriors as one of the potential successors to the leader, Soren grew up in a disciplined and very methodical environment, where harsh training since a tender age was the norm and there was no place for childish games and silly antics. The once high expectations put on him fell apart as soon as his spectra manifested, far too soon for an unprepared child. His shadow had come to life, a spectra long considered a bad omen among the clan, soon making him an outcast among his own, branding him as a cursed child. As if that wasn’t enough, it had a mind of its own, the complete opposite of Soren: childish, immature, irresponsible, always up to mischief and never listening to a word Soren said.
All his attempts to get the mischievous shadow under control only resulted in more and more trouble, further feeding into the now painfully common belief that he was truly cursed and would only bring disgrace and eventually even death to the clan.
After yet another failed attempt, Soren was, to put it mildly, fed up with everything. Tired of trying to redeem himself for something he didn’t even choose and hearing everyone talking behind his back about his so-called curse, he simply decided to pack up his few belongings and find a permanent solution.
For once, it seemed that luck was finally on his side, as he found a spectrel willing to help him, offering a charm that was supposed to get the shadow under control and finally making it behave. With his judgement still clouded by the hate of his clan, he didn’t think twice of accepting, caring little for the consequences. Until it was too late.
The charm bore a curse, a far more dangerous one than the impish yet harmless shadow. The spectrel offering it had been trying for a while to craft charms capable of holding the curses of the gods, each and every attempt failing as miserably as the previous one. Trying to get rid of the faulty charms was far easier than creating them, and Soren just so happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, desperate enough to try something that would do more harm than good.
The faulty charm he had been offered turned him into a demon, a beast incapable of thinking, attacking anything in sight without a care. When he came to his senses as the transformation faded away, the woods that once surrounded him had been destroyed, the flawed charm laying broken at his feet, and the spectrel nowhere in sight.
In his panic, he couldn’t think clearly, rushing back to the clan as fast as his feet would allow him, hoping against all better judgement that someone, anyone would be able to help him. Going back was even more foolish than leaving in the first place.
As soon as they found out about the new curse, the elders decided it was too much of a risk to even try and help a child already doomed long ago. Soren was quickly sentenced to death.
Faced with the guards, the demon surfaced again, called by the intense fear, hatred and anger lingering in the air. When the guards attacked, it didn’t hesitate to retaliate in self-defense, lashing out with all its might and violence despite being so heavily outmatched and outnumbered. Only when it was painfully clear that staying and fighting would result in its death did the demon finally decide to run away, its newfound strength quickly carrying it far enough to be safe from its attackers.
Soren woke up in a dark and cold cave to his shadow sitting next to him, keeping careful watch for any sign of danger. It was the first time he didn’t see its playful grin, replaced by a worried and almost terrified expression. It was also the first time in years that Soren allowed himself to cry again, his shadow quietly offering any comfort it could.
Once recovered from that fateful event, Soren steeled himself for what would come next. Having already been tricked and betrayed twice, he wouldn’t let it happen again, even if it meant not trusting anyone ever again. It shouldn’t be so hard when he was used to being alone already, right? No matter how much his stubborn shadow disagreed with him, it was the safest course of action. Then came finding a way to get rid of the curse, to get back some sort of normalcy in his life.
And if they still wanted to call him cursed, to cast him away as if he was poison, why try to change anyone’s mind? It’s far easier to carry the label like the burden it was, to keep everyone away for his own sake.
Before he could even realize it, the curse he used to fear became his shield from the world.
Quiet and reserved, Soren is not the most social guy, preferring to keep to himself rather than socializing or even just holding the shortest conversation with someone. Doesn't help that his social skills are next to non existent as well. Generally distrusting of people, he takes a while to warm up to others, hardly considering anyone a friend, thinking he himself doesn't deserve or need them after years of hell back at the clan's village. Even when he does get close enough to someone to befriend them, he's very awkward and struggling to socialize, preferring to stay quiet and let them do the talking. He's just that awful at small talk. Or talk in general.
Ignoring the warnings, Isabella drank the potion and confronted her husband once again. Despite Isabella's newfound beauty and charm, her husband remained infatuated with the younger woman. Devastated by his rejection, Isabella stormed out of their home and into the night, where her screams of despair echoed throughout the town. From that night on, Isabella became known as the Wailing Lady, her ghostly figure appearing at the crossroads where her husband had betrayed her. Throughout the years, many have claimed to have encountered the Wailing Lady, hearing her mournful cries and witnessing her ghostly figure wandering the streets. It is said that those who see the Wailing Lady are cursed with misfortune and sorrow in their own lives. Some believe that the curse can only be lifted if someone proves their unwavering love and loyalty, similar to the love Isabella had sought in her husband. While some dismiss the legend as mere folklore, others fear the curse of the Wailing Lady and avoid the crossroads where she is said to appear. The tale serves as a cautionary reminder that the pursuit of beauty and love at any cost can lead to tragic consequences. It serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of trust, loyalty, and the consequences of our actions..
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