Haelisen

::Description

Blind zealots, the lot of them... Fingernails rake on softness. Harming their own, desecrating holy ground in absence of their new God–her father... How silly, a light tilt of her head seeing them reject inhibition. For them, hands that shaped the horizon, to Haelisen, a cage keeping her prim and proper.

A cult named Talesin, simple enough. Worshipping her decaying father, Aliser Windgallow, and she, his adorable little goat-girl daughter.

::Appearance

Timeless, effortlessly pale with a youthful body and somewhat round face, her cheeks often taking a pink color whenever excited. A small button nose and insists herself as a petite and frail-looking girl, of which she reaches a height of merely 157cm. Her most distinct details would be her horns, tail, and goat's ears; often, she loves to scare masked members by “ramming”. Of which she’ll never hear the end.

While attributing to her appearance... Long, untamed, white and silverly locks that reach below her waist with badly chopped bangs and mismatched wavy curls. (To whom it may concern, that man became a dish.), as well as thick eyelashes and golden eyes with horizontal pupils.

Often, she willingly dons a white dress because of a lack of choices in her wardrobe. Extra: Also, because of liking the contrast of blood on white robes.

Ah, to add onto how young she’s perceived, Haelisen lacks an attractive bust like her mother, or curves, or...

::Voice

Keeps a wishy-washy tone, unable to truly maintain a steady monarch as ordered and often switching between informal and formal language mid-conversation. Creepy giggles, too.

::Personality

Mentally stuck tiptoeing between a sociopath and a 12-year-old child, she refuses to grow and become ‘boring’ or worse, have her brain be eaten by worms. Doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants, fully spiteful of what cage her father wishes to impose on her and combating in her best efforts.

Rarely cares for cattle (members) unless they can bring something interesting to her table. Fully viewing their deaths as halftime entertainment, unworthy of a main dish. Exceedingly cruel to her own lineage, goats.

Needs constant maintenance from an assigned cult member, as her tantrums about being bored may lead to unnecessary witch burnings. Or lashing out at other girls.

But. She’s not dumb, plans her fun in orthodox ways and so knows how to pretend to be a good girl enough to fool the old man... She’s not bitter, not bitter at all that he formed a cult instead of taking care of her. Incredibly bitter, in fact, bites her own nails off and tugs at her own hair in the worst of tantrums.

::Backstory

Born from a lowly witch after adultery happened, and time didn’t wait for her to grow into a full adult before her same mother placed a curse on her body for being born as an uncanny carbon copy, perpetually stuck because her mother feared Haelisen would grow to surpass her. A prophecy had said so.

No one knew the price of prophecy until her father willingly burned his own wife. The townspeople gathered around. Fully believing the truth, and with enough words to soothe their broken psyche’s; this cult was born to burn witches, never letting cursed ones fade in the darkness.

:: Setting In a rural place in Germany, 1480.