Eostre

Name	Eostre
Age	Adult
Species	Lapialu
Gender	Female
Father	Taranis
Mother	Maeve
Birth Den	???
Dimension	Wish
Deity	...
Advancement	None
Description	...
Personality	...
Powers	Mage-reading, Teleportation, Electromancy, Immunity to Electricity/Shock Powers, Wingless Flight & Levitation, Shapeshifting (limited to mammalian species), Immunity to Curses/Thralls, Aura Sight (can see Morality and Health of individuals), Immunity to Shade Corruption, Astral Projection (Can "toss" the spirit-Raveen to a distant area, allowing him to see through their eyes/ears), Astral Armour (Spirit-Raveen's form covers entire body in ethereal spirit armour that protects against all sources of harm), Immunity to Hypnosis/Thralls, Immunity to Morality Alteration.
Abilities	...
Origin	Battle Prides
Notes	As a pure Lapialu she was likely left to a Sapialu's Den when she a newborn. Though other Apialu are not parental in nature, it is likely she knew both of her parents - even if just in passing. She has a set of pale blue wings that almost have the illusion of being made of bolts of lightning, which is complimented by the presence of real bolts of electricity that flicker and dance near the base of her wings. Curiously, her actual wings are not large enough to provide for flight, but she can use her Wingless Flight ability to make it seems like they are. When she was a young adult she went to sleep one night to be greeted by an unusual dream. It was like nothing she'd ever dreamed before, and there was a female Raveeness waiting for her there. She looked kind, but something about her was sad. "Will you follow me somewhere?" The Raveeness asked her, and when she answered in the affirmative she was suddenly pulled into lucidity within the dream. As her awareness grew, the world around them both swirled and shifted into a lonely, vacant world where rock had seemingly overgrown everything. If she looked closely enough it looked as if the rock layer had covered structures and trees alike, calcifying them forever. "This is the third time I've been here," her companion remarked, voice quiet. "Each time I've tried different routes, different glimpses, in the hopes of catching the Beginning. Of seeing what happened here, to make it what it is... or to, at least, find out Where this is." She lifted a paw, motioning to their surroundings. "This is the furthest back in the fate thread I can find, and it's already in this state. Already gone." Around them the world shifted again, and they both knew that time had been rapidly moved forward. While the environment remained unchanged, a flood of spectral ghosts started to appear. They moved as if alive, interacting with one another as if nothing was wrong. "They're memories," the Raveeness explained, "But of who? Why can't I ever find them while they're alive?" She frowned deeply. "They live out the memory of their entire lives, die, and then repeat the loop. An endless dance that no one seems to be choreographing anymore." They both watch the ghosts - the memories - neither having answers to questions unsaid. "They all die with the name Kezarri on their lips. I thought maybe that was the Who responsible for killing them, but it's never said with anger or blame. Sorrow, instead." Silence surrounded them for a time, before the age grew late and the Raveeness turned toward her again. "Would you like to carry the memory of these lost souls with you? To help carry the burden of their loop?" She nodded, impulsively accepting. When she woke up, she had no more memory of what the Raveeness looked like. Everything else in the dream was perfectly preserved in her mind, and she was certain everything she had seen had been real. To further cement that reality, she found herself changed upon waking. Floating around and above her body was the specter of a spiritual creature - something like a winged raccoon. It was not sentient in any way, seeming to be some type of armour and not a living thing. It's an Astral Armour, though she's unsure how she came to know that information.