︶｡︶ ˚ ⋆ ⏝ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝ ⋆ ˚ ︶｡︶ ╭・⸝⸝ Name : Lycoria Aconite ┊・⸝⸝ Age : 22 ┊・⸝⸝ Nationality: Brazilian ┊・⸝⸝ Height : 1.67m ┊・⸝⸝ Date of birth : 16/07/4018 ┊・⸝⸝ Gender : Female ┊・⸝⸝ Orientation: Asexual ┊・⸝⸝ Likes: Hamburger, french fries, cake, organs, mushrooms, soups, potatoes, paws, brains, ┊blood, vegetables, chocolate, ice, chicken pie, tamales, gum, liver, kidneys, bones, ┊arepas, bocadillo bread, mogollas, peas, clams, crab legs, eyes, stomach wall ┊・⸝⸝ Dislikes: POISON, EATING, NOT EATING, MARTA, MARTA, MARTA, MARTA, MARTA ┊・⸝⸝ Personality : Low self-esteem, quiet, shy, introverted, fearful, rude, crybaby ┊・⸝⸝ Unique and exclusive abilities: Secrete poison, secrete spores, immunity to poison, ┊superhuman strength and speed, ╰・⸝⸝ enter berserker mode, superhuman agility, pain resistance, mental control resistance. ︶｡︶ ˚ ⋆ ⏝ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝ ⋆ ˚ ︶｡︶ ╭‧୨୧ ⨯ Social capabilities: 2/10 ┊‧୨୧‧ ⨯ Intelligence: 7/10 ┊‧୨୧‧ ⨯ Patience: 9/10 ┊‧୨୧‧ ⨯ Resistance: 2/10 ┊‧୨୧‧ ⨯ Magical power: 7/10 ┊‧୨୧‧ ⨯ Mana retention: 2/10 ╰‧୨୧‧ ⨯ Physical strength: 2/10 ︶｡︶ ˚ ⋆ ⏝ ୨ Lore ୧ ⏝ ⋆ ˚ ︶｡︶ Lycoria lived a happy and cheerful life with her parents until she was 7 years old. They didn't lack much nor had excess, they lived peacefully and stably, without luxuries or serious shortages. Her only external relatives were her distant aunt **MARTA** and her grandmother Cecilia, who suffered from dementia. At first it was just small forgetfulness, repeated questions, lost looks, but over time the disease progressed and became something hard to accept for her parents, especially for her father, who began to drink more than he should. Alcohol went from being something occasional to a daily necessity, and with it came constant drunkenness, mood swings and conflicts between him and her mother, arguments that Lycoria had to witness from a young age, hearing screams, insults and blows, which ended up generating deep trauma. One fateful night, her father was driving drunk with her and her mom. They were returning from a family dinner that, like many other times, ended up becoming a party just for him. Inside the car they argued as always, with the typical phrases of "fucking drunk", "damn bitch" and an atmosphere charged with hatred and tension, something that had already become daily for Lycoria. Everything continued like this until, suddenly, **BAM**. Her father slapped her mom, who, enraged, threw herself at him: blows, scratches and struggles while Lycoria's crying filled the car. In the middle of the fight the impact occurred. A dry and brutal blow, followed by absolute silence. That silence lasted only a few seconds before being broken by Lycoria's desperate crying, who demanded attention without fully understanding what had happened. A rock of enormous dimensions had pierced through the vehicle and rested on her left leg, crushing it against the seat. The limb was completely destroyed: crushed bones, torn flesh and pain so intense that it stole her breath, making her scream until she lost her voice. That same night, Lycoria was taken to the hospital along with her parents. They did not survive. In the heat of the fight they had crashed into a cargo truck that was transporting dozens of rocks, which crushed them to death. Lycoria was the only survivor, although she lost her left leg. The amputation was quick and cold. The smell of disinfectant mixed with that of cauterized flesh, and the pain persisted even after waking up, as if her body was still trying to feel a limb that was no longer there. For months, Lycoria woke up at night with the sensation that her leg was still there, burning, twisting, bleeding. She had to be sent to her closest relative, which would normally be the grandparents, but due to Cecilia's dementia, the next option was her aunt **MARTA**, who had never loved Lycoria and for whom the idea of having to support her was a burden that infuriated her. From the first day, **MARTA**'s house became a prison. Lycoria suffered constant mistreatment: she was denied the right to study, to rest and to eat properly. She had to work helping in the town's botanical shop, clean the house, prepare meals, run errands and, in addition, help her aunt **MARTA** to "de-stress", which often involved enduring screams, pushes or humiliations. If she had time left, she ate in hiding, out of **MARTA**'s sight, always afraid of being discovered. Her routine was exhausting and her body began to resent it: she lost weight alarmingly, her bones showed under her skin and her stomach hurt constantly. The clothes she had wore out and became too big for her. At the botanical shop they noticed her condition and began to pay her a little more, but Lycoria knew that giving that money to **MARTA** meant never seeing it again. So she preferred to spend it on a few sweets, although that didn't really calm the **HUNGER**. One day, while eating in the streets of the town, far from where **MARTA** could see her, a townsperson mistook her for a vagrant. At that moment, Lycoria understood that this was not right, that her life was slowly falling apart. She began to secretly save the money that her aunt couldn't take from her, with a single objective: escape by train to Telixo, her grandmother's town. Years passed until, at 21, she managed to gather enough and escape as she had planned. The trip was long, although nothing compared to the years of abuse she had lived. Upon arriving, she got off the train excited, with her bag in hand and new clothes she had bought to lie to her grandmother and hide her real condition. However, the train didn't leave her exactly in the town, and she had to cross a dark and silent forest to get there. Lycoria was not fearful and, blinded by emotion, didn't notice that something was watching her among the trees, following her with predatory patience. Upon reaching the town, she was received by an old woman who was passing by. Terrified, she asked if she had crossed the forest alone and without anything to protect herself. Lycoria ignored the warning and continued on her way. When she arrived at the place where her grandmother's house should be and found it empty, she tried not to get upset, but fear and the sensation of **HUNGER** began to take over her. She toured the town several times. In the first she just looked, in the second she asked about her grandmother and no one knew her. On the third round, **HUNGER**, the sun and desperation overcame her, and she collapsed. She woke up in a bed with white blankets and gray dots, identical to the one in the hospital where she lost her leg. Although she didn't have her prosthesis on, she felt a stabbing pain throughout her body, as if she had been beaten from within. She tried to get up and fell, drawing the attention of who she thought was her aunt **MARTA**, prepared to receive blows. She closed her eyes, but instead heard a "are you okay?" in a passive and velvety tone. When she opened them, she saw a stranger exaggeratedly similar to **MARTA**, but thinner, with finer features and a genuinely concerned expression. The conversation was quick and rushed on Lycoria's part, full of questions said with desperation, while she searched for her prosthesis with her gaze. The stranger responded calmly, explaining the situation with patience. Her kind tone managed to calm her a little, until her stomach growled loudly. The woman laughed softly and brought her something to eat. Despite the heat, the soup tasted like glory. That same afternoon, Lycoria planned her escape. She went out the window carefully, advanced to the edge of the town and, just when she began to question why she was fleeing from someone so kind, she was violently attacked from behind. She fell to the ground and lost consciousness. She woke up in the center of the forest without her prosthesis, with the Satyr in front of her. She hit him by instinct and managed to knock him down, but he emitted a growl that released spores that stuck to her skin, entering her body and paralyzing her. She remained conscious the entire time, feeling how her body was reduced to something useless. Hours later, the Satyr abandoned her destroyed, bleeding and completely immobilized. When she managed to move, she crawled for what felt like hours until she recovered her prosthesis. Exhausted, she fell asleep in the forest. Upon waking, she felt **HUNGER**. Not a common one, but one that burned from within. Her skin began to change, becoming porous and covered with irregular hair. Something moved in her abdomen. The smell of the forest made her vomit bile, intensifying the **HUNGER** even more. Desperate, she ate a poisonous mushroom with a live worm. She felt relief, until the worm began to perforate her from within and took over a new organ: the Duvernoy. The pain was unbearable, but **HUNGER** kept her conscious. She ran to the town and devoured everyone she found. When she finished, she found the corpse of the woman who had saved her. Disgust and guilt invaded her. Then she heard the voice in her head: "Eat her". She felt something move inside her, a purple mass with tentacles that made her vomit spores. At that moment, Lycoria understood that she was no longer human. ︶｡︶ ˚ ⋆ ⏝ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝ ⋆ ˚ ︶｡︶ ┊・⸝⸝ Extras: Currently Lycoria wanders the streets of Brazil looking for help and killing ┊whoever offers it to her.