She's pretty! ^_^

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Thank you! I hope so.

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What's her personality like?

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Okay, so this will be a bit of a wall of text, and I'm sure somewhat vague, but I will do my best:

Asphodel isn't your typical OC Goddess--while she is in possession of quite a formidable power, she isn't about to attack some kid at first glance. Rather, she's much more in favor of using intimidation to get rid of an annoyance.

During Lost Hours, Del (as she could very humorously be dubbed--poor thing doesn't understand nicknames) is in search of information--namely, she wants to know why she's suddenly a thing apart from the single consciousness she's lived with as part of her mother, Nanshe. When it comes to fact-finding, Asphodel will often transform herself into a seductive being. She's a quick study of personality types, and doesn't have to turn into a pair of tits to get her way--If her target is stranded in the desert, she's a tribesman with a seemingly never-ending well; if he's drinking his troubles away, she's the guy who'll take his keys and walk him home; if he's a religious fanatic, she's an angel of the Lord, ready to hear his confessions.

As for personality, let's say take the personality of Robin Williams' Genie from Aladdin and move in completely the opposite direction. Asphodel is genial, quite friendly, but absolutely not connected to Valda, or any world she visits, on a personal level. Think a little Dr. Manhattan only without the self-destructive depression and human past.

As an ablation of Nanshe, Del is a young part of an ancient soul--coolheaded, possessed of immense and fantastic knowledge dating from time immemorial, she's a concise speaker if not terse, and spends more time explaining herself to humans than actually conversing with them--so much that she avoids contact with them unless absolutely necessary. Plus, she doesn't like it when thirsty people suck on her arm.

There are a number of weird quirky things about Asphodel you might as well put in--if she laughs (often at odd little things like bunnies or the human obsession with eating), it rains. (I guess if you eat a bunny, it's a full-blown thunderstorm). She is not a fan of metal structures, and delights in making them rust. If she likes someone (or needs to gain their trust) she is a skilled carver and can whittle a figure out of stone simply by rubbing her hands over it. Most of the time the water that makes up her body matches her feeings: If she's in a bad mood, her color turns brown and muddy; if she's in a particularly good mood, her insides bubble like champagne.

I think to understand her best you might as well know her Secret Pain(!). Essentially, Asphodel is an agent of good hired by evil. Prior to Lost Hours and incipient to her invitation to participate, she was sent to a world so contorted by the greed of its dominant species, so thick with the built-up residue of the vile, putrid industry which occupied every last inch of its area and the cast-offs of its people, there was barely any water left in it, save for a final aquifer of pure water, which Asphodel, on the guidance of Nanshe, hoped to save. Despite working to the very limits of her power, these final drops of water--and hope for the planet--were ruined when the aquifer was dug up, its contents bottled and sold to the highest bidder--as chemical-ridden perfume. Siezed by a foreign, sudden, and uncontrollable rage, our heroine's body turned an inky black, save for her eyes, which shone white-hot. Ascending into the atmosphere, she stood immense and terrifying, spread-eagled over the crater where the last natural element to this world used to be. With a shockwave of energy, she laid waste to the wretched planet and all its beings.

Upon coming to her senses, Asphodel discovers the scope of her destruction--bloated, drowned bodies lay everywhere, pale and blue, all of the faces locked in an expression of perpetual horror. Though her actions were meant to cleanse and renew the planet, all she has caused is more destruction. This world is an empty shell, soulless, beyond redemption. Yet worse than all these revelations is the sudden realization that she is separate from the will of mother Nanshe. It is as if she has no conscience, no guidance. In a word, it is as if God has died even for the Goddess. It is here where Mayfly finds her, and taking her murder as proof of intent, she is enticed to play his game, if only to figure out what her outburst meant, and why it has cut her off from the only identity she has ever known.

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Thanks! C:

It's not too vague, it's pretty helpful!

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Well, let me know if you need anything specific.

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