White Oasis Priestess
| Gender Female |
| Origin Suldaza |
| Occupation Priestess |
"Not made to be touched.
Not by greedy hands,
not by trembling mouths,
not by those who mistake beauty for permission.
Their skin remembers every sin."
Not by greedy hands,
not by trembling mouths,
not by those who mistake beauty for permission.
Their skin remembers every sin."
Once these witches once roamed freely in Suldaza. Wherever they walked, fortunes blossomed ... and crumbled.
The Gilded Witches were not born cursed... they were made so, shaped by the hunger of ambition and the prayers of merchants. They are the embodiment of the curse of greed.
But a hundred years ago, they were banished to the White Oasis. They were expected to die there, to suffocate by alkali fumes, poisoned by the undrinkable water in the springs, or die of starvation because of the poisoned soil. But people underestimated the witches, and they underestimated gold.
The great white dragon had bled over the stone, acid-blood carving terraces in the bed rock. The death of the dragon left behind scorched bone, salt, and mineral veins. The White Oasis steamed and hissed. The water milky and thick with alchemy. No life should have thrived here.
They built their temple out of the bones of the great white dragon. Rising from the calcified terraces like ivory monoliths, the spine of the great white dragon forms the temple. Each vertebra is the size of a hut. Some are hollowed out, made into shrines or meditation chambers.
| Hair Dark |
| Eyes Hazel |
"Touch her skin, and gold will bloom,
A kiss, a glance, becomes your tomb.
Her breath is sweet, her hands are flame
She'll leave you rich, but not the same.
One finger turns, then all the rest,
Your heart beats gold beneath your chest."
A kiss, a glance, becomes your tomb.
Her breath is sweet, her hands are flame
She'll leave you rich, but not the same.
One finger turns, then all the rest,
Your heart beats gold beneath your chest."
Her skin is a sun-kissed and warm toned bronze. A faint sheen clings to her, not of sweat, but of something finer.. gold dust. She wears white, translucent linen, threaded with the faintest glints of golden wire. Around her arms coil armlets, shaped like ouroboros serpents.
Skills
Alchemical transmutation by touch, it is a curse that turns flesh and bone into gold if she is touched without consent.
The curse predates her. It predates the Gilded Witches. Some say it was written into the Shroud itself, seeded into bloodlines to punish greed without limit.
The curse is not fully hers to control. She can delay it, and suppress it briefly, but only with great effort.
The curse predates her. It predates the Gilded Witches. Some say it was written into the Shroud itself, seeded into bloodlines to punish greed without limit.
The curse is not fully hers to control. She can delay it, and suppress it briefly, but only with great effort.
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