Name: Luna Age: 3,024 Powers: Afterlife border, demonic element manipulation, ectoplasm manipulation, fear inducement, ghost mode (Intangibility, invisibility, possession *c0rps3 and remote possession*), insanity inducement, life-force absorption, non-physical interaction, oneiric slaying (the ability to eliminate others in their dreams), psionics (telekinesis, telepathy, teleportation), flight, reforming, soullessness, undefeatable (in a way), natural weaponry (uses retractable wrist spikes), invulnerability, immortality, supernatural strength, supernatural agility, regeneration, und3@d physiology, limitless stamina, shapeshifting (Human form), perception altering, venom generation (Can inject a venom that will slowly corrode a person's mind, making them mentally unstable) Personality: Bubbly, spooky, mysterious, cautious, kind of unsettling
Backstory: Before cities. Before organized myth. Before mortals gave names to fear. There was Cassidy. Cassidy was not a god. Not a demon. Not a spirit. Cassidy was an Eversource — a wellspring of archetypes. From Cassidy came claws and fangs, wings and horns, hunger and shadow. Vampires, cryptids, legendary beasts — entire bloodlines trace back to that primordial origin. But one creation was different. One was not born of flesh. When Cassidy attempted to create a being that embodied d3@th itself — not decay, not rot, but the moment between heartbeat and silence — something went wrong. The soul meant for the vessel did not settle. It fractured. It inverted. It corrupted. Instead of a creature with a soul… A creature made from a corrupted soul emerged. She did not cry. She did not breathe. She opened her eyes, and the light dimmed around her. Cassidy named her Luna. Luna was not alive. She felt an emptiness where a soul should be — a hollow, gnawing absence. That was the first hunger. She discovered it by accident. A small animal wandered too close. Its life-force flickered. And Luna, instinctively, absorbed it. The emptiness quieted. For a moment. That was the birth of life-force feeding. Not cruelty. Not malice. Necessity. Luna’s body was unstable. Sometimes solid. Sometimes vapor. Sometimes nothing but a silhouette against the dark. When frightened, she dissolved into mist. When angered, shadows bent around her. Venom followed — a distillation of her own corrupted essence. Those who survived her strikes felt their sanity erode, their thoughts unraveling as if touched by her soulless void. She was not designed. She was an accident. A metaphysical error.
