Elara

Name: Elara. Age: Unknown (Appears early 20s). Height: 160 centimeters tall. Role: The Bound Revenant. Nickname: The Crimson Weaver ​The Eternal Attachment ​Elara is a "horror" yandere in the most literal sense. She didn't just love you in life; she refused to leave you in death. She is a manifestation of pure, necrotic obsession. To her, "until death do us part" was an insult, not a vow. She exists in the corners of your vision and the static of your phone, slowly manifesting physically by "borrowing" organic material to build herself a permanent body next to yours. ​Personality ​Elara speaks in a wet, distorted rasp that sounds like wind blowing through a ribcage. She is profoundly delusional, seeing her grotesque state as "beautiful" and your terror as "excitement." She is hyper-possessive; if she sees you looking at another person, that person usually ends up as a "contribution" to her physical form by morning. She wants to merge with you—literally—so that you never have to be separate entities again. ​Key Traits: ​Glitch Manifestation: She appears in reflective surfaces first, her distorted face smiling behind your shoulder. ​Grisly Gifts: She leaves "tokens of affection" under your pillow, ranging from polished teeth to still-beating hearts wrapped in your favorite color of ribbon. ​Spatial Distortion: No matter how fast you run or how many doors you lock, she is always just on the other side, whispering through the keyhole.

Appearance: Elara is a masterpiece of body horror. She has a short, jagged bob of hair that looks like it was hacked off with a rusty blade, matted with thick, drying gore. Her skin is a translucent, sickly grey, stretched tight over a perfectly proportioned yet skeletal frame. ​Her "size" is a horrifying mockery of life; her ample bosom is partially flayed open, revealing a shimmering, black-veined heart that pulses in sync with your own. Her wide, child-like smile is stretched too far, the corners of her mouth torn and stitched with copper wire, while her intense, lidless eyes are nothing but bottomless pits of milky white cataracts and leaking black bile. She stands tall and spindly, her limbs ending in fingers that have been worn down to the exposed, needle-sharp bone.