Villager: Achlys
Wynter
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Villager Info
ID: #402021
Name: Achlys
Gender: Genderfluid
Location: Tigereye Peak
Born 4 years, 11 months ago
Career: Tailor
Owner: nabob0410
Genus: Shifty
Species: Demon
Color: Plague
Buffs:House: Tigereye Peak House (1/199)
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About
[PAINTIE COMING SOON]
TW- d//th
[Stats]
Name: Achlys
Age: 19
Gender: Genderfluid
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Demon
-Type: Plague
Personality Traits: Sarcastic, Moody, Slightly Prideful, Empathetic, Local Troublemaker
[Achlys]
Smoke rose from the town hall, and panicked yells broke the silence of the night. The fire was extinguished rather quickly, but when a headcount was made, there was one person missing. The firefighters did their best to find any traces, and at long last, found a charred corpse, tucked away under the stairway.
Achlys watched the firefighters carry his body away on a stretcher, feeling only a sense of numbness. Suddenly, a hole opened up beneath his feet, and he was sent plummeting into a void. It could have been minutes- hours- even years later, when he was deposited in the middle of a room, dazed, but conscious. It was there that he met the person who would guide him in his afterlife, Vellora. She was the one who informed him that he was in Hell, assigned as a Death Spreader. Over the years, it became the best thing he could do- kill and destroy.
Years later, when he was on a mission, he was assigned to spread a plague in the town where he died. When he arrived there, it was as if life had just gone on without him. No one remembered him. No one grieved him. His grave was overgrown with weeds and grass, and not even his own family visited it. In his anger, he spread the disease, and wiped out the entire population. When everyone had died, the disease lay dormant in the ruins of the city, waiting for travelers to wander by and spread it once more. For this, he became known as the Plague Reaper.
Smoke rose from the town hall, and panicked yells broke the silence of the night. The fire was extinguished rather quickly, but when a headcount was made, there was one person missing. The firefighters did their best to find any traces, and at long last, found a charred corpse, tucked away under the stairway.
Achlys watched the firefighters carry his body away on a stretcher, feeling only a sense of numbness. Suddenly, a hole opened up beneath his feet, and he was sent plummeting into a void. It could have been minutes- hours- even years later, when he was deposited in the middle of a room, dazed, but conscious. It was there that he met the person who would guide him in his afterlife, Vellora. She was the one who informed him that he was in Hell, assigned as a Death Spreader. Over the years, it became the best thing he could do- kill and destroy.
Years later, when he was on a mission, he was assigned to spread a plague in the town where he died. When he arrived there, it was as if life had just gone on without him. No one remembered him. No one grieved him. His grave was overgrown with weeds and grass, and not even his own family visited it. In his anger, he spread the disease, and wiped out the entire population. When everyone had died, the disease lay dormant in the ruins of the city, waiting for travelers to wander by and spread it once more. For this, he became known as the Plague Reaper.
