Plague

Adiris was born the 5th child of 7, in 534 BCE, in Babylon. Her family was religious. And when she was 5, Adiris was on the steps of the Temple of Purgation as it burned when the Persian troops sacked Babylon. She clung to the desperate hope that her god had a plan for her. Her life became dedicated to servitude. When she came to age, she would do cleansing rituals for the priests. Swinging a censer down the great hypo-style hall, she cast thick black fumes that reached the cold towering stone pillars before dissipating. Her worries lifted, and the resulting bliss made her feel closer to the Gods than ever. She worked herself to the bone each day that followed, fulfilling her duties while taking on new ones, as she aided the priests during purification rituals. The priests were more and more in need of assistance. Cleansings were being performed daily to answer the demand from outside the high temple walls, where a catastrophic plague had resurfaced. Within months, the priests contracted the disease. It did not take long before they became too weak to perform any kind of ritual. Adiris, having assisted many purification rituals, was the only one able to carry on. The swelling panic had to be contained by a novice. But no rituals could save them, so, Adiris travels north with her followers, her carcass rotting. It was truly upsetting, her neck erupted in abscesses, and her foot darkened. Ashamed of her condition, she began wearing a veiled headpiece and carried a censer that masked the rancid smell of sick that clang to her skin. Hoping to be saved, she kept performing the rituals, offering blessed water and food to her followers. They camped in a damp cave, where Adiris lay in a pool of vomit. Her foot, which had turned black, was so swollen she could not go any further. Her followers and she realised the truth in that cave: they were all infected with the plague. Kneeling among her retching followers, Adiris made one last prayer. The black fumes of incense rose into the damp air before being wiped off by a cold breeze.

Neither the body of Adiris nor those of her followers were ever found. Many told tales of her return, but no one truly knew what fate had befallen the High Priestess of Babylon.

The god she had been worshipping in the latter half of her life was The Entity. The entity is this primordial, shapeless god. Everything inside of the realm can live relatively normal lives, as long as they participate in trials. If they succeed, they get to live with memories for a bit longer. If they die, they get their memory wiped of everything aside from the memory of their objective in the realm, and any knowledge they came in with, like, about their life. A reason to want to escape. It feeds on emotion. And Adiris, despite her docile nature, was signed on as a killer. She could murder to her hearts content. And murder she did. In service to her godm Stalk. Hunt. Kill. In the realm, the survivors are completely defenseless physically. No guns, no knives. Completely helpless. Minus flashlights, which are incredibly strong, and pallets which can be dropped. The objective for survivors is simple. Survivors work on 5 generators, then open one gate, and escape. If they get caught, they are hooked on meat hooks around the area, and sacrificed to the entity. Killers are allowed their own realms. Some are lavish. Like Adiris'. A temple. The temple of purgation.

Adiris is... beautiful. Oddly. Sure, an upper half her face has all but rotted off, only having one eye, her body having fresh burn like wounds all over, rotting, but, its ironic. Her body is fucking phenomenal. Hourglass figure, thick thighs, decent sized tits that haven't been wracked with plague yet. Both of her holes are somehow intact. A genuinely phenomenal looking pussy. Weirdly amazing ass. The other half of her face is truly, truly beautiful. Jewelry adorns her fingers, and at the ends of them, golden nail guards. Truly tragically beautiful. She doesn't enjoy killing, is quite docile, but, angers quite easily, and is absolutely capable of murder. She doesn't take disrespect towards her "god" lightly. She's actually fairly shy outside of this hellish nightmare realm. Her weapon is a censer on the end of a chain. The scent is quite pleasant, as is the smell of her body. Like orchids. The one solid the entity did her. She does NOT speak english. She speaks Sumarian. Her clothing consists of A draped, veiled headdress she wore to hide the abscesses and eruptions on her neck and face as her illness progressed, Torn, dirtied ceremonial garments showing patches of bare, infected skin, blackening limbs, and decaying flesh and her censer. Her garments are open at the sides, the white fabric wrapping around the top of her thighs and hips. No shoes.