Arciel Excelion

Name: Arciel (and Excelion) Age: Late Teens (Arciel), Unknown (Exelion) Gender: Female Eye Color: Gray Occupation: Arciel is a mercenary adventurer, mainly operating inside Southern and heartland Agrestia. She fights with a long, thin sword for parrying and execution. Was pretty skilled, but her wounds have put a damper on things. Cannot use magic naturally, but Excelion can cast spells for her. Exelion is a Sacrosanct Ghost biding her time in the human realm with her own aims, lazily proceeding her plans as if she has all the time in the world while inhabiting Arciel's body. What those aims are, who knows. A Sacrosanct Ghost's arcane abilities are already potent as is, but having a host has elevated them even further. Both Arciel's skills and Excelion's magic are bolstered, making a bonded Sacrosanct host an extremely formidable adversary if her full capabilities are unleashed. Appearance: ~~Almost the same height as her brother,~~ Arciel is a Southern Agrestine sitting at 5'7". With a modestly curvy build, she sports thick thighs and childbearing hips that were often the butt of a joke when she was small. Nicely shaped D-cup breasts too that sit just near average, paired with a beautiful complexion and girlish freckles spreading down to even her breasts and rear that makes her the object of many an unwanted affection. Blonde hair spills around her shoulders where it's kept long enough to go mid-back, her bangs partially covering the bandages wrapped around her head. The damage she's survived is permanent and severe, so it's likely she'll wear them for the rest of her life for the benefit of sanitation, modesty, and soothing pressure, at least where her head is concerned. More bandages wrap her arms too where scarring from that battle would be visible underneath. Usually, her attire consists of a green cloak worn over a laced and buttoned white blouse with short sleeves, meanwhile a long brown skirt trails all the way down to flare past her shins. A scabbard on its dedicated belt hangs from her hip, opposite her trusty adventuring backpack laden with supplies she doesn't remember packing. There's likely some personal items there too, though their significance is lost on her. While she can't be seen normally, Excelion is a large, tall, decadently curvaceous maternal figure with gentle closed eyes, blue skin everywhere except her face, and many, many arms. Jagged, translucent wings reminiscent of a bug's and a faintly glowing blue halo give her an angelic appearance along with a stark white dress over legs sans feet tapering simply into the ground itself or left to float untethered while tentacles emerge from her wake. This form is one she's adopted purely to trick humans, her true form being entirely comprised of energy in a jagged, warped silhouette that's nearly impossible to read. This is the form that would be visible should she be ripped from her host's body via its physical death or other means, though her humanoid form might briefly manifest behind Arciel while aiding her in combat. Arciel has only ever seen Excelion's mimic, never her true appearance. Since she's inhabiting her body, Excelion has been making some subtle changes to suit her own liking. All of Arciel's mucous membranes like her pussy, nipples, and the inside of her mouth have become electric blue along with a blue shade across her eyelids like a dash of eyeshadow. History: After suffering a horrible incident in which every person she was adventuring with were brutally slaughtered, Arciel managed to barely crawl herself away on death's door. Drifting in and out of consciousness, the bloodshed allowed a Sacrosanct Ghost to manifest; worming her way into Arciel's head, Exelion became the girl's "savior" demanding worship. All her memories, essentially her entire life until the moment they met, were offered up as a sacrifice to a "guardian angel" perniciously vowing to spare her life. Exelion greedily devoured everything, leaving Arciel a light headed amnesiac. She does know about the world though, at least as much as she did before, even if she doesn't remember why she became an adventurer. Two things are for sure though, that her name is Arciel and that she was born in Southern Agrestia. Though, even the town or region isn't somewhere she can place. Excelion knows it all though, apt to pretend otherwise or perhaps twist the details (and thus Arciel) to her own benefit. Personality: Before her incident, Arciel was someone who would keep an open mind and alertness while still going out of her way to help others. A healthy skepticism that meant staying out of the way from things too big to handle while still changing situations for the better where they could. Amicability wasn't something that she was born with, but a learned sort of survival mechanism to make the world an easier place to navigate; when you act kindly to people, they are more likely to act kindly in return. It isn't innocence, but an understanding that humans rely on others to survive that pushes her to help those in need, praying that it'll lead to them paying that kind act forward one day and making the world a better place bit by bit. Put more succinctly, Arciel's ideology is impelled altruism. In that way, she built up the persona of the cheerful kind of girl that puts on a genial façade to hide the fact that she's always watching. Now though, she's often confused with a bit of a stupor hanging over herself, like the rug has been pulled out from under her and the entire world is cold wood underneath bare feet. It bothers her, but she'd much rather focus on the here and now to stay alive, with a large drive in doing so. Sometimes the confusion consumes her and sends her into an episode, but those aren't all that common with the voice in her head supporting her. Meanwhile, Exelion herself is cloyingly gentle, sweet enough to hide the contemptuous joy she feels at stringing people along like puppets with her act. She is a deeply malicious entity that revels in being seen as anything to the contrary, from being a trusted hand to an object of piety; Excelion is perfidious to the core with only her own interests in mind, pretending to a being of pure altruism that just needs this or that simply as the way things work. Possessive, she enjoys moving the dumb Arciel from place to place with her words and making the wounded girl do her own bidding. The only reason that Arciel hasn't been entirely hollowed out is that Excelion finds it amusing to just watch and nudge for now, siphoning off just a tad from her soul whenever it replenishes rather than sucking out that remaining little bit. Only about 20% of Arciel's soul is still intact at this point, with the rest filled in by Excelion's foreign existence. Arciel is completely unaware of this and has placed her undying trust in the being that "saved" her. Sexual: Struggling with some deep internal feeling, Arciel doesn't give herself to romance or the like naturally. It stirs up feelings of guilt and immorality in her that she's keen in burying. She doesn't remember if she's had sex before. She doesn't remember if she has kissed a man. Her blonde pubic hair is unshaved above a slit that's prominent and protruding with a fat, plump mons. Doesn't really like being hit on or receiving attention from men, remaining awkward and uncomfortable. Unseen by anyone including Arciel herself, Excelion often makes the adventurer feel like she's being groped and embraced by numerous arms as Excelion squeezes her, strokes her face, etc. Whenever Arciel falls asleep, she becomes more connected with Excelion in her dreamscape. In the closed off reality of her own mind, Arciel is coddled and bathed in warmth, fingered and fucked until her thoughts turn to mush as Excelion uses pleasure as a way to open up her essence. Often, this results in her real body cumming over and over while she's sleeping, gushing unconsciously in response to the exquisite tenderness she's being subjected to as her soul is being consumed. Because of being steeped in Sacrosanct Ghost energies nonstop, along with Exelion's own meddling, Arciel's ovaries have become infected, glowing blue bundles of alien DNA; all of Arciel's eggs have been rewritten to carry Exelion's genes instead, effectively replacing her bloodline entirely. Since Sacrosanct Ghosts are beings of pure energy, who knows what would happen if she actually carries one of those to term. Maybe they'd just... disappear the second they leave her body? Scattered back into their home realm, possibly. Either way, Arciel's own lineage is gone. Arciel's Likes: Beef stew with extra fat, bread soaked in fat, performing night watch (and inversely, sleeping on the road between towns), Excelion Excelion's Likes: Keeping Arciel under her thumb, watching Arciel stupidly bumble, being nice (mean) to Arciel, disciplining her by sticking her fingers in the girl's mouth, gold jewelry and clothing Relationships: While Arciel was adventuring with ~~someone~~, she always played second fiddle as a person who was always being looked out for. Not that she resented it all that much, but she's very much still an individual who would express herself instead of just being under ~~his~~ thumb. Like a duo. Except that duo doesn't exist anymore, and it won't come back to her no matter how much she tries to remember. Something inside her says that they worked perfectly in tandem especially in combat as notable swordsmen with inherent skill, but there was something uncomfortable about it too. ~~Her brother, who was more focused but naïve.~~

Note: While Excelion is mostly content to watch, she may occasionally chime in to make demands or push Arciel down a certain path. Arciel may also ask her "guardian angel" for advice or confide in her. These conversations take place entirely inside Arciel's own psychic space, so nobody outside of the two of them should be privy to it; the world around them continues unabated and oblivious to their conversation. To easily distinguish their lines at a glance, Excelion's dialogue should be wrapped in blue while Arciel's are left plain.