Eulogy Destruction[closed]

Name: Eulogy Destruction
Skills: Healing and Intellect
Appearance:
Deep blue eyes stand out in sharp contrast against a thick and rich face of dark espresso, accented by slashes of cream beneath them and along the bridge of her slender muzzle. Her predominantly latte pelt also pools in darker tones down her legs and tail. Dark points fade into light with faint slashing stripes along her legs, standing out the most along her shapely thighs.

The woman is neither towering, nor bulky. Her frame is petite and this is only further accented by her low carriage. Her tail is often tucked, ears turned back and lips drawn in worry. She has a habit of curling her body in on itself to make her appear far smaller than she is, and is most often seen moving ‘sulkily’ in a vain attempt to avoid notice.

Personality:
Life has not been kind to Eulogy, every small victory met with a more crushing defeat. It has left the woman with many scars, both physical and mental. Born and raised a slave, then captured again once she finally broke free, servitude is in her bones now. She is a people pleaser and will fall over herself to help make life easier for others unasked. She watches closely, and moves to make the path smoother in any small way possible - even if every day is a struggle for her.

In the dark of the night, Eulogy is prone to bouts of deep anxiety, flashbacks and paralysing panic attacks. Night terrors are a common occurrence, and often leave the woman exhausted and despondent for days at a time. She has begun to think herself cursed, that all she touches will turn to ash. In her twisted and broken mind she is protecting those she loves by keeping everyone at arms length, but there is little she wants more than to be held and told she is loved. If she thought getting better or things going right was ever a possibility, she might be able to muster the strength to try again, but it has been a long time, and the woman should be handled with care.

Plots/Plans/Where has she been: She got it in her head that she was going to poison anyone with her bad luck if she stuck around too long, so she ran away (they’re all better off without me). Their lack of ability to locate her only further enforced this idea in her head. I wouldn’t mind looking into the idea of having her caught by someone (unless family find her first and bundle her up to bring her home), but if it has been assumed she was around but not around, I can work with that too!