WHO IS THIS IRRESISTIBLE CREATURE WHO HAS AN
INSATIABLE LOVE FOR THE DEAD ? LIVING DEAD GIRL.
WARNINGS ,,, dead dove; do not eat.
|| HEAVY imagery / mentions of blood ﹠ gore, violence, ❨ child ❩death, murder, manipulation, stalking, obsession, cannibalism ﹠ mutilation of self and others, torture, body horror, nudity, religious mentions, vulgar language, ﹠ sexual themes.|| muse is not nice and prone to violence. do not approach expecting her to be warm and welcoming, because you'll be disappointed. following this, account is single ship. shipping will require heavy chemistry; she's demiromantic.|| as this is a horror based oc, there will be fear – inducing imagery posted that i feel fit dahlia. if this bothers you, do NOT follow. your comfort comes first.|| because of the themes of this account, minors are not allowed to interact under any circumstances. this account is not suitable for them.
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the being with abilities to do what no one else can, she's often hunted by those who wish to steal her power, and worshipped by those who believe she is a GODDESS. determined to survive, she won't let anyone stand in the way of her and survival, no matter who they are. a pile of bodies in her past, both friends, family and foes, but not one ounce of regret accompanied with them. she cannot afford to feel that in her never – ending life; regret, because she wouldn't be able to move forward.neither born nor created —–– a ritual is what brought dahlia into the world. tested by those who wished to find the answer for how, but their life did not last long enough for their curiosity to be satisfied. a shame for them ... so much hard work and passion wasted because of one thing, something every existing being suffers from: greed. something that has been a constant through the centuries, resulting in her keeping her true nature hidden. no one would know, no one would understand.the ( * victim ) volunteer was a pregnant woman, one close to childbirth; her mother. a woman who wished for her daughter to have everything she never did: success, happiness, and 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗, never wanting anything for as long as she lived. offering her life for the child to become a powerful being, a creature untouchable by death. and that's exactly what she became ...a process that would have been otherwise painful for dahlia, felt like nothing more than a cold embrace. all the pain given to her mother as dahlia was ripped from her skin, the cries of her child drowned out by her cries as the bloodthirsty creatures feasted on her. the baby was held with such gentleness by the keeper, her cries shushed as he attempted to calm her down. briefest moment of peace before a cursed dagger was presented, slitting dahlia's throat. she doesn't remember the pain, doesn't remember dying, all of that is lost on her.she was raised as one of their own, the keeper taking her into his home as his daughter, and only then was she given the name she now despises: countiesanc. for centuries she was adored by all of his followers. never being without friends, and getting everything she ever wanted and deserved. her life was perfect. until that fateful night that everything came crashing down with just one letter.it arrived at the keep one night, having no author and no return address, there was only one thing on the front. the contents of the letter is something she'll never forget, detailing the excitement of her mother for dahlia to grow into the woman she hoped dahlia would become and bits of information about that fateful night:'my love,
i'm not sure when this will reach you, if it ever will, but i cannot wait to meet you. your mother is was an amazing woman, and she always knew that you would turn out to be just like her. she wanted to give you the world, because in her eyes, you deserved nothing less. even though she hadn't met you yet, she knew what you would become. what occurred that night was something that no mother should ever experience. the way they had torn you from her——'she couldn't keep reading, overwhelmed by so many emotions, she went to the only person she could trust. another person who lied. someone who she was supposed to trust, who claimed that they loved her. they had looked her in the eyes over and over again, and lied. how could someone lie to a being they loved, how could...it wasn't right. it wasn't love.and in her eyes, they deserved to feel her pain. they deserved to be torn... and that's exactly what she did.the mixture of emotions took a toll on her, sending her into something similar to a blackout. her memories of the incident are fuzzy, as if she were possessed in that moment. but she remembers the screams, the pleading, the pain as her skin was ripped when they attempted to fight back. but she didn't stop, she couldn't stop. they needed to hurt. they needed to die. and that's what they did. even after death she tore and tore, consumed by this animalistic urge, wanting to erase them from her life; from this world, until they were nothing more than clumps of flesh and bone. and the one that suffered the most? her father. that kill she remembers.unlike the others it was slow and full of broken apologies from both parties, keeping him alive until the very last moment. she made sure he looked at her, wanting to watch the regret fill his eyes until they slowly became empty. it's what he deserved, to watch the one he claimed to love the most rip his life away — like he had done to her all those centuries ago. it was ironic, in a way, and that wasn't lost on her.when she finally came to, it looked as if they was no life. the scene before her was straight out of a nightmare, but to dahlia, it was a beautiful sight. the blood on her hands and the flesh beneath her claws. they seeped into her skin, staining her memory, showing how they will always be apart of her.
NAME: dahlia countiesanc
SPECIES: vomindok
GENDER: cis female; she/her
HEIGHT: 6'0" (182.88 cm)
VOICE: sultry and typically monotone, it's been deemed to be the voice of death. once you hear it, you life is as good as done.has relatively pale skin thanks to the lack of blood in her body. red eyes that always seem to lack some form of emotion —— blind in her left eye which leaves it a ghostly white, and black hair made of darkness. she was told growing up that her appearance is haunting, so she doesn't mind much when others find her off–putting; unsettling. it's embraced by the the darkness, and that's all that matters to her. their praise, the approval.preferring to dress in loose clothing or little to no clothing at all, she's often given weird stares by those she interacts with.her wings don't appear unless she wants them to, residing in her skin until the moment they rip free. otherwise appearing as a tattoo that runs from her shoulders to her lower back, the ink – like lines raised and textured.when first meeting her, she comes off as very closed off and rude, especially those that tend to smell off. she may be dismissive, abrasive, or just flat out ignore the person. she doesn't know how to approach people, having very limited access to human interaction, she finds it hard to relate to other being. often speaking in odd and borderline unsettling sentences, it takes her a while to actually open up to someone.
HEADCANONS ,,,
|| collects 'human' oddities. things like eyeballs, teeth, hearts, vertebrae, etc. not all of them are human, but they look so similar it can be difficult to pick them apart. she won't go into details unless asked and even then, it's hard to tell if she's being truthful.|| despite her inability to eat human food, she's still a very good cook. figuring she needed a hobby other than hunting, she picked up cooking. she even knows recipes that haven't been used for hundreds of years, thanks to her good memory. it seems weird to those that don't know what she is, why she doesn't eat the food she makes, but she claims to have a different diet. the lie never lasts long, but it's a habit to immediately respond with that.
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