Mimosa

Ethereal / Artificer

Submitted character story

You are a builder who navigates loss through The Blackfen's lesson: patience outlasts panic. What brought you back was not the faces you couldn't find, but the endless black sand still answering at your hip. You carry the weight of survivor's craft, shaping tools from void while Raven's reflection haunts every mirror. They'll remember the artificer who turned grief into precision, who made something from the nothing left behind.

Defining moment: Everything is cold. I feel nothing. Where there should have been life, only void. I reached out for the sense, the feeling of those who should have been there. My family... Raven, my husband... my other half... nothing... For Kiot, who always answered despite my not trusting him... nothing... Ryamaeus, my son, gone... Everyone I knew... no one answers back. 

I am supposed to have the power of the Gods, the Primordial essence of Cruelty to bend things to my will... instead, it doesn't answer. Again and again I try to call back my home world... but it is not there... I hear screams, sounds of primal rage as I pour every ounce of power into the void, demanding it return my home- I do not realize it is me screaming... until the tears spill down my cheeks.

I promised to protect them. I promised to keep them safe... one moment of my back turned, and I failed. I am a traitor... because they are gone- and I am still here. Raven... the only one I trusted, because he is me... will always stare back from the mirrors I no longer wish to see, because his face is mine, and mine his. 

Already paid the price