Marisa Spiridion

Marisa Spiridion
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Race: Undead

Post-death age: 54

Pre-death age: 28

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: Black

As playful and happy as can be, Marisa is making the most she can of the afterlife. Cursed with a hunger that cannot be satisfied, it proves to be somewhat of a blessing. For someone who has already died, it seems impossible for her to be so happy. Souls surround this being, seeming nonviolent. As a matter of fact, they seem every bit as playful as she is. Or, perhaps she has made them her slaves?

After her death, she had forgot everything she had known about herself. She had started her life over from the very beginning - to once again be reborn. How had she died? In her first life, she had practiced every dark art possible, and was well known for cursing children, scaring animals away, and causing a ruckus. Did she do it? No. But society had refused to change. They blamed every situation on her, accusing her of that she didn't do. They also expected her to negate any demonic attacks and protect their town from any violent attacks with the same abilities she had learned. Perhaps that is the reason they didn't kill her. She didn't hate them, but disliked how they treated her. In truth, the only thing keeping her from leaving or using her power for truly evil things was the occasional thanks and love she would receive from those she had helped directly. Some of the elderly wished to be buried next to her house - eventually causing a miniature graveyard, for the reason that regardless of her being a dark magician, using that power for good had perhaps made that home of hers the holiest place available. Eventually, the knowledge she had gained had lead her to using magic not meant for mortals to use. She had learned the spell of all spells - the spell to invoke death on any living thing - demon or human alike. Upon learning the spell and successfully casting it, she had killed herself in the process. The graves around her house began to stir - from them rised the restless spirits of those she had helped once before - they traveled inside, and had become one with her - had brought her back to life from her death. Perhaps they live on within her - perhaps they had been sacrificed.

A newly born Marisa was quick to leave the strange surroundings - the spell had turned her into a particular kind of undead, one with a endless appetite. And so, she would constantly suffer from hunger for the longest time - working whatever jobs she could and spending all of her money on food, until she would learn her powers. The ability to speak with the dead, the ability to see spirits, the ability to put the dead to rest, the ability to prevent death of living beings, and ultimately, the ability to bring the dead back to life. However... that last one has a tremendous price to pay. A price that hopefully will never have to be found out.

Many were afraid, many were interested, and many sought help from her. In such, it became easy to make money. So, what was she? A Priestess? A demon? A witch? A human? A friend? A god? A abomination? A zombie?

No. Just Marisa.