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This is my OC. Her name’s Zetaria.
She is a young girl—human, possibly.
Her origin was not in a stable, but in some grubby alleyway of this city. Born pristine, she seems to possess a peculiar power: any filthy object drawing near her will gradually turn pure and unblemished. This ability, beyond human comprehension, became the very reason she was abandoned.
A kind orphanage took her in, yet her strange power kept everyone at arm’s length from her heart. Fond of all sorts of old tales, she was like a relic from a visionary version of the Middle Ages. When she finally left the orphanage, she said goodbye to no one—donning a silly-looking costume, she set off to wander the world.
She eavesdrops on music drifting out of cafés, picks up discarded old things to use as her own, begs for a living, and sleeps in a bridge underpass. Every day, she vies for space with the other unpaying occupants there—but none of the other homeless ever stand a chance against her. And so, she turned twenty.
Her ominous power makes anyone who draws near unwind and fade away from her presence, just as stains fade from her clothes.
She clings to tattered dreams, lingering on an endless spiral staircase. Climbing up, then down. She keeps earching for a blinding light that can pierce through the drab curtains of life’s lousy stage play.
The prompts are all contained with the samples.