Rlyeh

Music Box

Mother Mother Body

Of Monsters and Men Thousand Eyes

Of Monsters and Men Black Water

Things She Knows

She doesn't remember much of Before, herself. What she know now, is learned from the news and other social media. Before, she was a shallow cliché preaching peace, and playacting activism. Somewhere between the Before and the Durance, she and a few others, decided to ‘investigate’ a megacorp, crying about exposing corruption, and all that bull shit, might have sounded nice, but they’d live streamed it.

What R’lyeh does actually remember is, searching, roving, hunting. For hidden and discarded secrets through an ocean of ruin. She remembers devouring them whole, only to be gutted so her Keeper could pull them from her intestines.

She Escapes because she learned something in exchange for something else, something her Keeper wouldn't think to steal from her.

She hates who she was, and while she hates what she's become she can hate who she is a little less.

Her Fetch on the other hand, and while it still exists, there is no love lost. She can't decide if she should gut that bitch, or leave her to rot atop her mountain of clichés and bad press.

Mask

A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and red, irritated skin surrounding her eyes.

Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.

(What no one knows is that R'lyeh gave herself these scars, a mournful echo of her Mien upon her Mask.)

Mien

R'lyeh is a Changeling, there is little left to point towards humanity within her Mien, her humanoid shape, her face, the shape and dimensions if nor the colouring, and her ten fingers and toes. The rest....is more and less.

Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, choking on smog, patchy fur matting with dirty glass, and black ice feathers, and you have the pitiable star of the next Dawn Dish Soap ad*. A pair of triangular ears replace her human ones, along with a bushy tail (that sometimes looks like two) are notable, as definately inhuman features. Under her collar and mostly concealed by a ruff of matted fur, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Rows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out. Acting more like a like tattoo, then something that used to fit better when she wasn't human shaped.

A reflection of her (self made) scars upon her Mask are lines of impossible gleaming white upon her belly, wounds opened and closed far too often and for far too many times they never had a chance to twist and pinken. Upon her back lay the scared wings, broken glass and black ice feathers pressed deeply into her skin, occasionally they writhe attempting to free themselves from the lay of her skin, seared and scared and broken as they are now, they cannot. A small torment, a reminder to R'lyeh that once, she wasn't trapped on the ground, that once, she had flown high above the smog and smoke, once she had breathed in fresh air.

*Thanks Scourge for the reference

Mantle

As of now, the Drowned Fox carries no Mantle, and belongs to no Court.

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