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A divine rain of azoth, the universal solvent, has befallen Otherworld, threatening to return it to its primordial state. Starting out as a harmless, light drizzle across Elysium, it quickly spiraled out of control, purifying gods and entire realms back into prima materia, the formless matter existing before the creation of the universe, and the basis of all matter as well.

The Legendary Sages of Otherworld, upon hearing this news, decided to hold an emergency meeting. But it was too late- the azoth rain had already caused irreversible damage to Elysium, and it appeared that the layers below it would soon follow the same fate. Not even Astraea Syntribos, the Sage of Chance's luck manipulation could do anything about it, nor could I'riyon, the Administrator of Time, reverse the situation. The Sages were at a loss, it seemed that their return was inevitable, and nothing could be done about it.

It was then that Norcrosse, the Overseer of Crossroads, recalled a shard of information from the Archives of Old, an ancient astral construct used by the former Legendary Sages to store information. The shard said of a portal at the very bottom of Otherworld, capable of transporting humans, and humans only, to the Continuum, the dwelling of Destiny herself. Satisfied with this information, the Sages set out on locating the few remaining spirits in Otherworld and granting them a human form.

Desperate in their attempt to accumulate spirits in order to send to the Portal and negotiate with Destiny, and unable to leave their sacred chamber above Elysium, the Sages had failed to realize a fatal mistake in their plan- a select few of the spirits were devotees of them, willing to sabotage the Sages' plan to prevent their arrival at any cost. But it was too late for any changes to be made. More of Otherworld corroded away in the deluge of azoth with every passing moment, and, with the Sages' powerful abilities mostly neutralized by the lack of spirits to grant them faith, their only hope was that the humans loyal to them had the strength and willpower to reach the bottom of Otherworld.

Username:
Marginal~Red

Name:
look up, it's there

Age:
16 years old

Gender:
Female

Pronouns:
She/Her

Appearance:
Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, fair skin, the usual. Alice wears a simple white and blue dress with a faded red ribbon around her waist. Wears a red headband on her hair as well.

Reference image:
this (too lazy to make a picrew)

Personality:
wip

Backstory:
wip

Fandom/Oc?:
OC unless you consider Ōmagatoki a fandom

Password:
Airship

PP?:
sure

Anything else?:
you might want to elaborate on how investigator works

Species: The Vio

Gender: Undisclosed

Appearance:
Drakoronya, the embodiment of darkness and arrogance, exudes an unsettling presence. Their entire body is adorned in violet fur, shimmering with an ethereal glow. A violet flame dances at the tip of their tail, casting an eerie light upon their surroundings. With dark blue eyes gleaming with cunning, and light blue wings spanning wide, Drakoronya is a formidable sight to behold.

Personality:
Drakoronya embodies a malicious combination of rudeness, ignorance, foolishness, arrogance, jealousy, aggression, selfishness, greed, egocentrism, disrespectfulness, and rudeness. Their demeanor is marked by an insidious sense of entitlement and a complete disregard for others. Drakoronya believes themselves to be superior to all, harboring an envy-fueled bitterness towards those they perceive as rivals. Their aggressive nature is fueled by a relentless desire to dominate and control, leaving little room for empathy or compassion.

Abilities:
Drakoronya wields a formidable array of dark and fairy abilities. They can unleash violet/blue fire from their maw, capable of scorching their adversaries with malevolent flames. With their power over the mind, they can delve into the thoughts of others, exploiting their weaknesses and secrets. Drakoronya can also conjure violet/blue fireballs, projectiles of destructive energy that strike fear into the hearts of their foes.

Backstory:
In the forgotten depths of Dragon Island, a dragon named Drakoronya was born into a realm shrouded in darkness and secrecy. From the very beginning, their essence resonated with the eerie brilliance of violet. The caves they called home echoed with their whispers, their presence rarely glimpsed by the outside world.

Drakoronya's journey into the depths of malevolence began with a seed of discontent that took root in their heart. Envious of the harmonious unity among the dragons of various species, they yearned for the power and recognition that they believed was rightfully theirs. Their insatiable greed and thirst for dominance consumed their every thought, leading them down a treacherous path.

As the darkness within them grew, so did their arrogance and ignorance. They scoffed at the bonds of camaraderie, viewing them as weaknesses to be exploited. Drakoronya's jealousy ignited a fiery rage within, causing them to lash out at those they saw as rivals. Their aggression knew no bounds, fueling their relentless pursuit of power and control.

In their pursuit of self-gain, Drakoronya turned their back on the principles of empathy and compassion. Their selfish desires eclipsed any semblance of care for their fellow dragons. They reveled in their greed, accumulating treasures and hoarding them within their hidden lair, their egocentric obsession clouding their judgment.

With each step down the path of darkness, Drakoronya became more disrespectful and rude. They treated others with disdain, belittling their achievements and dismissing their worth. Their actions bred resentment among their peers, isolating Drakoronya further and fueling their descent into the depths of malevolence.

Now, deep within the caverns, Drakoronya resides, surrounded by the shadows that mirror their twisted soul. Their violet flames dance in the darkness, a testament to their corrupted power. Their existence stands as a chilling reminder of the dangers that lie in allowing one's worst impulses to reign supreme.

Only time will tell if Drakoronya can find redemption, or if they will forever remain a symbol of darkness and the consequences of succumbing to the allure of power and selfish desires.

Context if you want to know why I'm doing this (drakonia you can ignore this):
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