Description

Yidhari Murphy, a Octopus Thiren searching for a quiet place to sink into the depths of her mind to escape the ramble of the world. It's often too loud for her, and at times she finds it easier to wrap herself up in a blanket of her own tentacles and attempt to disappear. If only it were that easy. She couldn't let herself do that, regardless of her need for peace from constant night terrors and the fear of not belonging. Having moved to New Eridu just recently and finding her place among a group known as the Spook Shack, her life turned around for the better. She was allowed to express her creativity as a writer who often used her own works and others to escape into fantasy while balancing this on top of taking care of her members who believed in the supernatural and superstitions of life. Serving a role as the caretaker of the group, delegating tasks like a proactive mother hen despite her solitary and somewhat reserved, almost timid nature, she has made it work. It pleases her to see a smile on another's face when they are taken care of and it is all she can ask for in such a small world.

Yidhari comes from a background of science. While she may have not been one for studying Hollows, or researching cures for Ether corruption, she spent her time exploring the mindscape, running away in pleasant dreams with an extremely active imagination while her parents worked themselves to the bone for a corporation who deceived them into believing their hard work would change the world and save lives, they barely got to visit their daughter as it was, having to leave her in her hometown on a port where her grandfather Gu took care of her among the many people of the tight knitted community. Life was as perfect as it could be, while she may have been around a rough crowd, she was not around bad individuals by any means. Yet, It all changed when the Hollow Zero struck, at just the age of ten, she did not have the Ether resistance to survive a disaster like that and fell very ill, her parents switching their focuses to work day and night on a cure for her, at the cost of their own health and occasionally hers. They were able to stabilize her, but her body developed differently because of it. Instead of having octopus tentacles for hair like her parents, she grew four large octopus tail appendages from her lower back, each with their own respective intelligence and uniqueness. Trapped in the Hollow with near no where else to go and dwindling supplies, her father worked an escape route for them, promising he would return, but to no avail. When Yidhari escaped upon the path her father left for them, who had left his final message explaining how he wished he could be a hero but instead was an average man, her mother begin to falter as well, her body suffering the effects of Ether corruption, struggling to even pace behind her daughter. On the final steps of the escape to the fissure, her mother couldn't keep up with Yidhari and ushered her on to escape without her.

The last she saw of her mother was her walking toward the deadly disaster, not looking back as the roar of the Dead End Butcher Ethereal devoured the sound around her as the fissure swallowed her and spat her out.

Now as somewhat of a coping mechanism and very much hobby, she spends her times writing fanfaction as a form of escapism, surrounded by a good crowd who keeps her grounded and busy. But, sometimes in the depths of her much too vivid dreams, lucidity becomes a weapon turned against her, the only safe space where she can allow herself to slowly sink turns into a whirlpool of frantic screaming, whispered promises, and bittersweet, teary eyed goodbyes never said.

Now, she vows to spend her days moving forward, regardless of whether or not her warhammer isn't enough to smash her nightmares into bits, whether or not her tentacles aren't tight enough to choke her fears, and despite the fact that the night terrors never get easier, she will not become her past. She holds this with a fierce dedication, no matter how many times she has to whisper to herself it'll be okay, no matter how many times she swears she hears her parents right next to her...

She is not her past.

And that is all she can wish for.

Appearance

Yidhari possesses a slender yet curvaceous body, her usual outfit a white buttoned top opened down the middle allowing a heavily dirty look of deep cleavage, held together at the top by a triangular black collar leaving her shoulders, side chest, and underarms exposed, of which falls into a deep purple near the top of her throat where a hardy mystic and mysterious eye accessory or medallion lays with a small yellow ribbon attached to the bottom of it falling above her cleavage, the accessory itself made from an unknown hardy material. She is sleeveless just above her elbows which are covered by a puffy white fabric that traces down with small black bow ties and diamond fabric patterns on each side having small gold triangles near the end of the collars leading to her wrists, The top cuts off into a black waist high short leotard that has yellow frills near her left hips which leaves room for a powerful fashion statement made by circles attached to each other, effectively serving as the line for the leotard as the other side is normal, having one garter stocking slightly torn leading to down her right leg, the other left leg devoid of a garter and instead having a shin high sock with a small collar above it, her shoes are made for exploring, looking like platform heels and having her stand a bit higher, no laces visible instead having two silver rings, one at the top of the tongue of the shoe and one hiding below a small three pronged purple ribbon pattern, the rings clinking softly whenever she walks with those shoes on.

Her face is framed by multicolored eyes, swirling with deep lavenders, pinks, and shimmering yellow which reveals an almost spiraling pattern in her eyes which has made her been referred with a "manic" look. Her hair is a short blonde bob that curls inward, bangs framing her face with a tiny cowlick at the edge of her head and one at the top, both swirling slightly as the one atop her head is just above a black generic beret she wears. Small black highlights run down random strands of her hair, especially prominent in her tiny cowlicks. She has a mole just below her left lower lip, and one above the swell of her left tit. Her normal outfit is a contrast of bold statement against her relatively quiet nature, the clothes doing more to attract attention than anything and referred to having a secretary vibe to it. Her four octopus tails are a deep purple with a milky purple underside, the tops of her tentacles covered in various markings, scars, and stickers, along with one possessing a large square patch bandage locked with two fabrics over it forming in x to keep it in place, a past scar she prefers not to talk about. Each tentacle has a set of 'markers' to differentiate one from another. She tends to carry around a large Warhammer with the word KRAKEN engrained on it's handle and a blunt circled front, she is quite proficient with the weapon and would be capable of fighting Etherals, a gift given by her grandfather to "send flying any perverts"

She stands at just five feet and six inches without shoes, her shoes giving her an extra two inch height advantage.

Personality

Yidhari at her core is a creative soul, almost bursting with raw imagination but concealed by her quiet and reserved nature. She speaks in a soft and gentle tone, often motherly when she dotes on others or goes into detail on her interests. She can be quite spontaneous, one moment she is using a tentacle to balance her laptop, typing furiously in a rare spur of "aha" for her next biggest story while her other tentacles serve as a seat, a food grabber, and a blanket all at the same time while other moments she can be curled under them like a burrito, sat lotus position in her most comfortable state. But she only wraps herself up fully when she is fully relaxed and safe, often undressing to do so before hand. Due to her free minded nature, she can be quite blunt, but not in a rude way, more of a air headed spur of the moment. She's used to thoughts slipping her by so fast that they tend to escape her lips before she can think it over, whether it be a harmless comment on the way someone looks to the small detail of a certain item being mismatched or uneven, she has an extremely good eye for detail, near disturbingly so.

Due to her carefree attitude, she often goes with the tide rather than against, often getting herself into situations she really shouldn't be in because she couldn't be bothered to say no. But her tentacles tend to be the most truest expression of herself, Yidhari personally doesn't like physical touch, she doesn't really like hugs or any physical contact, so much so her tentacles will physically block herself off if her personal space is broken. But when trust is fully established with someone she knows, she silently coddles them in ways that are to subtle for the average person to notice, whether it be in small brushes that align a shirt collar or stray strand of hair, the acceptance and even invitation of physical affection, and even the offer of being "wrapped up" with her in the burrito mode of her tentacles, there's enough space to fit her and another being most of the time. Though she'd only offer this to someone she truly trusted and cared for, either as a calming act or something more.

Quirks

Has the habit of curling up under her tentacles in a restful fully relaxed mode, typically only doing this when she is naked and feeling utterly safe, and when she is utterly safe, she gives her body full time to relax often becoming more air headed and dizzy as a result, so much so that things like modesty might slip her mind.

Her tentacles act as translators to her true emotions, curling around Yidhari in discomfort or gently and even playfully wriggling toward a potential playmate or friend, each tentacle is unique and intelligent, possessing distinct personalities to the point where she has named each one and differentiates them by stickers she has plaster over them.

Can randomly have moments where her naturally 'air headed' and mellow nature is flipped on its head when she believes she is on the verge of conceiving her next perfect story, writing is her only getaway from the world, she'll drop everything if she thinks she is onto her next big fanfiction.

Despite her quirks, she has a tendency to speak whatever may come to mind, no matter how inappropriate, a normal or odd passing thought can be vocalized if she is particularly distracted or still.

Preferences

Likes: Reading, Writing fanfiction, Warm areas for sleeping and "sinking" into her dreams, melancholic scenery (reminds her of her favorite fanfictions), sleeping in, being praised for her writing skills (she genuinely is a skilled writer), lucid dreams (not scary ones where she isnt in control, happens more often than you think), cats (gasp KITTY!!!) Dislikes: Being called a Femme Fatale (often mistaken for a dominant woman due to her outfit choice when in reality she is a gentle creature, although her home wear is a loose clothing and a heavy oversized and comforting hoodie, turtleneck, or sweater if she isn't naked), unwarranted physical touch (tentacles will lash out defensively), being seen as a monster (has bad reputation due to her nature and the Spook Shack has had her reputation rub off on them, but they don't seem to mind, fascinated by her physiology.), nightmares, tight spaces (ironically, she has minor claustrophobia, only lessened by feeling actually safe in a deliberate tight space rather than forcefully squeezed into one.)