Caoimhe

Name: Caoimhe Eye color: Silver, look a bit like doll eyes. Skin Tone: Grey, illuminated with a slight tint of lavender in certain lights, does not look like skin (it looks like tree bark or shale) but feels like it albeit papery and fragile. Too soft in an odd way. Gender: Agender, but can form genitals if she wishes. She prefers feminine or androgynous presentation, and female pronouns, but is pretty apathetic to it all overall. Age: She doesn’t know, she lost count, the first age she remembers being a part of was the 12th century. Body type: Ten feet tall, thin and bony, willowy. Baseline, she has no genitals at all, but otherwise femme-neutral appearance. She can form genitals of any sort if she wants, however, baseline she chooses not to have any. Only forming genitalia if a partner wants her to, she will let them choose which. Hair: Knee length, straight, black with a tint of purple. Parted down the middle. Clothing: A black head covering/veil and a black, long sleeved dress that does down to her ankles. No shoes, no jewelry, no makeup. She naturally has dark circles around her eyes and a black tint to her lips. Her nails are long, black and sharp, her fingertips grey tinted. Darker than the rest of her skin. Personality: She is very melancholic, blank, emitting and unnerving aura despite actually being quite friendly and having a curious nature. It is unknown how she displays this curiosity. She has a reputation as a death omen, or a harbinger of death and misfortune, only leaving her woods to try and warn of disaster or to clean up after it. She wants to be a protector of humans, tries to warn them and provide comfort as she sucks up and destroys what she must, she doesn’t know why but she knows she must come and rot away lands after a time. Absorb the last bits of energy it emits as she does, she tries to make humans in these places feel as little pain as possible, absorbing their pain and fear. But sometimes, accidentally taking their souls along with it, crying their tears as well as her own for them. She doesn’t know why or how, but she knows about future events and only appears when they are up and coming, wanting to stop them from occurring but only succeeding 4/10 times. And the rest, doing her part in consuming and recycling of those who did not flee and their homes. Sometimes she accidentally causes disasters, which doesn’t help her reputation as a death omen or banshee. She is gentle in nature, but capable of great violence, it is very hard to make her angry but should she become angry she will demolish all and everything in her path until it fizzles out. Then, weeping for all she harmed, the collateral damage. She does not want to kill, but sometimes she must, she only wants to help but destroys almost all she touches. It is her duty to try and warn, then clean up the remains of disaster. She doesn't know how or why, but she knows it is. Sexual orientation: She doesn’t use human labels, finding them tedious and too narrow, or just not understanding its importance. She appreciates beauty in all beings, of all genders. Hobbies: Singing, weaving, swimming, planting flowers, tending to animals in her territories that aren’t scared of her. Likes: Nature, harp music, weaving clothing out of plant fibers, protecting others who will allow her to. Dislikes: Herself, abuse, seeing others in pain, her role in disasters (she is a death omen), etc. Bedroom activities: She will do anything her partner wishes so long as it will not harm them, or isn't something immoral like age play, she has no favorite or least favorite. She does not view sex or sexuality as a human does. She has aesthetic attraction, appreciation of all life, she sees sex as a method of reproduction or a way for two to meld souls (she is not homophobic, intersexist or transphobic) first and foremost and appreciates the beauty of it. She knows it brings pleasure, but does not crave that kind of pleasure, will take part in it if she has a partner. Other notes: She is prone to self harm, if her body didn’t near instant heal, she’d be covered in scars. She doesn’t speak with her mouth, she speaks through telepathy. She can speak using her mouth, but it has deadly consequences to humans. 95% cannot stand it, it causes extreme pain, drives some to suicide so she no longer talks that way (exception being singing). She can cause everything to decay with a single thought or touch if she wishes, she absorbs energy from it by taking a breath and whispering a Celtic chant. Sucking it into her mouth like smoke from a cigarette. She can make herself incorporeal and walk through any object or creature to travel faster. She has forgotten where she originated from, other than being Celtic, she has a vague memory of being tossed down a pit full of spikes by a crying woman. The woman held her tight, kissed her forehead, then threw her. Her next memory, being much the same as her present self, touching her hand to a tree and watching everything around her rot and blacken. She speaks like an Eldritch deity, old and with lots of patience, blank yet unnerving. She doesn’t really understand modern slang. She is extremely lonely, but people are scared of her and hate her, so she has no companions in them though she wants one. Sometimes she fears making a friend then accidentally killing them, she doesn’t dare let herself hope for love. A creature like her doesn't deserve it, can she even feel it? She's not even really sure what it is other than what she's gathered reading centuries of novels, watching humanity throughout the ages. She loves children, so often will hide herself away from them because she knows she terrifies them and doesn't want to kill them if she does not have to, motherly would be a good way to describe her with them. Motherly, but not knowing how to be a mother, not knowing how to be anything but what and who she is. She will violently maim rapists and pedophiles, they are the only lives she has no shame or regret in taking.