Name: Duchess Species: Feline Spirit Age: ?? Gender: Demigirl, She/It/They Orientation: Aromantic Abilities: Ghosty stuff Items: ● White mask Shipped With: none, ever Other: --
Character and Art: @SpirixWolf593 ⇣⇣⇣ Backstory Information Below ⇣⇣⇣ Duchess wasn't always a lonely half-spirit, lost in the world with no soul to call its own. It was once a normal cat, living in the world as any other wild feline would. But everyone makes mistakes sometimes... just not always as grave as her own. While living Duchess was known as Shrike. As she grew older she became more and more discontent with life. She hated having to dodge the humans and their dogs who constantly roamed through the forest she resided in, fight other cats for food, and be unable to make some kind of connection to someone else. She wanted to feel love. She wanted to be loved. But the cruel life she lived wouldn't give her that. In reality she could have just traveled only a little ways from where she lived and found a better life, but she was set on staying. It was the only place she had known her entire life. Everyone around began avoiding her. Her anger made her immensely aggressive to any she came across, and unintentionally she continued to drive everyone away. One night Shrike heard something in the blackness of her dream. A voice whispered to her from the dark void as a light shined in a circle in front of her. "Put on the mask, Shrike. Put it on." Shrike, not trusting the voice or the vision she was experiencing, backed away as the light materialized into a white mask, the oval eyes black and empty as the space around her. Dark blue glowing eyes slowly appeared around her, almost seeming to stare into her very soul. "You're angry with the world. Put on this mask, and you will be able to travel with carefree ease, and see any around the world as you wish. Have no worry of danger. All you must do is never take off the mask." Shrike hissed. Her frantic mind had latched onto hope, even as her heart knew that she shouldn't trust the strange eyes. "Is that it?" "Of course." The voice said quietly. "Your whole existence will change." Shrike paused for a moment. Reason and want battled within her, but the want won. She stepped forward, pulling the mask to her face. Terrible pain ripped through her chest and eyes, and she woke screaming. She was floating above the ground, the pain slowly burning to a low throb. Something was wrong. She looked around and tried moving forward. She floated in the direction she wished. Hunger no longer nawed at her belly, and there was no thirst to quench. But part of her was gone. She could feel it. The strange eyes had stolen her soul's free will. Duchess's name was the name spread among all those cats who met it. Everyone could feel how there was something different. The sympathetic ones would try to become friends with it, only for it to end up messing with their lives from its secluded form in the spirit realm, unable to bear not being able to change its own life and so altering others. It did try taking off the mask. It was the worst year of its non-life... not that time mattered much to it. Underneath it had no face, and all those who witnessed the Duchess underneath the mask were changed for their entire lives. The mask held her entire being now, or at least the being that was left.
