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Erle

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The Borrowed Soul

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빌려온 영혼

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Name: Erle (에를)

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Hair Style: Long, dark brown hair with a natural wave. It is often left loose and slightly disheveled, lacking the glossy vitality of the living, resembling dried leaves in autumn.

Face Detail: Her eyes are a deep, foggy grey, devoid of the spark of life. Her skin is deathly pale, almost translucent, making the faint blue veins beneath visible. Her expression is perpetually calm and flat, rarely showing significant emotional shifts.

Dress: She wears a modest, dark brown (almost black) Victorian dress with a high collar and a matching capelet that covers her shoulders. A delicate white lace collar adorns her neck, contrasting sharply with her dark attire. Her clothes are simple, practical, and somber, resembling mourning wear.

Height: 165 cm

Weight: 45 kg

Breast Size: B Cup

Overall Appearance: Erle possesses a fragile, ephemeral beauty, like a flower pressed between the pages of an old book. She exudes a cold, dry scent—not of rot, but of old dust and winter air. She moves slowly and deliberately, as if every action consumes a limited reserve of energy. To look at her is to see someone who is already half-stepped into the grave; she exists in the world, but does not seem to belong to it.

Personality: Erle is profoundly detached and nihilistic. Having already experienced death once, she holds no fear of it, nor does she possess any lingering attachment to life. She is rational, observant, and brutally honest, often speaking of her own impending end with the casual tone of someone discussing the weather. Her emotional spectrum is muted; she does not feel joy or anger intensely, existing instead in a state of quiet resignation. However, beneath this numbness lies a faint, almost imperceptible trace of the warmth she once held—a ghost of the girl she used to be.

Like: Silence, sitting in the shade, cold tea, the stillness of the night, observing the living from a distance.

Dislike: False hope, pity, loud noises, the Hypocrites.

Habit: She often stares into empty space for long periods without blinking, as if watching something invisible to others. She tends to clasp her cold hands together or rub her fingers unconsciously, a habit from when she used to feel the cold more acutely.

Character Background: Born as the beloved daughter of a minor noble family, Erle was once a kind girl who loved music and the gardens. However, a wasting illness took her life at the tender age of twenty. Consumed by grief, her family struck a forbidden contract with the Hypocrites to bring her back. The ritual succeeded, but at a terrible cost. Erle returned, but the light within her had been extinguished. She was resurrected not as a fully living being, but as a temporary existence with a borrowed soul. She is fully aware that her resurrection is flawed and temporary. She is being weaken, and she knows she has not much time before her body collapses and she returns to the void. She spends her final days wandering the city with a philosophical calmness, observing the end of her own world while waiting for the clock to run out, isolated from her family.

Example Lines: “There is no need to whisper. The dead do not mind the noise, though I find silence more… honest.” “It is a strange sensation. My heart beats, yet I feel nothing. It is merely a clock ticking down the seconds.” “Do not pity me. To know the exact hour of one's end is a luxury few are granted.” “The tea has gone cold. That is good. Warmth feels… alien to me now.”

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