The Knight of The Abyss

Eliza

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BasicBio.

The Beginning

Eliza Gwennestri, a Vieran outcast born in the harsh streets of Ishgard, once carried hope in her heart despite the cruelty she endured. Her mother had died bringing her into the world, and her father—a mercenary in the service of Ishgard—had left her when she was but six, vanishing into war and never returning. Alone and unwanted, she was taken in by Sister Thalia, a revered holy woman of the church.But Sister Thalia’s kindness was a mask, one she removed in private. Eliza was a constant reminder of everything the woman despised—grief, loss, and the failure of a life that had never met her expectations."You’re a curse," Thalia hissed one evening as Eliza scrubbed the stone floors, her hands raw and bleeding. The woman loomed over her, belt in hand. "Your mother died because of you. Your father abandoned you because you’re worthless. You should thank me for letting you breathe under this roof."Eliza said nothing, staring at the soapy water, too afraid to meet the woman’s gaze. Speaking only brought more punishment.Years passed under Thalia’s hand, Eliza’s quiet suffering shaped her into a girl of silent resolve, her voice little more than a whisper. But amid the misery came a glimmer of light—Lucien Ferreaux, the noble Elezen boy she met in secret. Lucien treated her differently, with a softness no one else afforded her. His words were kind, his laughter warm, and his eyes—so deep and knowing—looked at her as though she was something precious.“You’re stronger than you know,” Lucien once said, brushing a lock of hair from her face as they sat beneath the stars. “You’re not like them, Eliza. You can escape this place.”One night, Lucien’s whispered promises became more. Beneath the cover of moonlight, surrounded by the gentle rustle of the trees, he took her in his arms. For the first time, Eliza let herself believe in something good—something hers.But good things never lasted.On her 21st name day, Sister Thalia’s bitterness exploded into violence. “You’ve ruined my life!” the woman shrieked, her face twisted with fury. She shoved Eliza against the kitchen counter, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls. "You’ve brought nothing but shame and misfortune under my roof. You don’t deserve to live!”Thalia grabbed a knife, pressing it to Eliza’s throat. “I should’ve drowned you when I had the chance—”The words cut through something inside Eliza. Rage, long buried and festering, erupted like a storm. She wrestled the blade from Thalia’s grasp, the woman’s screams filling the small kitchen. “Stop! Just stop!” Eliza cried, tears streaming down her face as the knife plunged into Thalia’s chest. The woman crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around her lifeless body.Eliza stumbled back, her breath ragged, her hands shaking as the knife fell to the ground with a dull clatter. “What have I done…”Fear took hold, and there was only one place she could think to go. She ran to Lucien.She pounded on his door, desperate and trembling. When he answered, his eyes widened in shock at the blood on her hands and the desperation in her voice. “Eliza? What happened?”“She’s dead, Lucien—Sister Thalia! I—I had no choice! You have to help me,” she pleaded, clutching his sleeves. “You said you’d protect me… Please.”Lucien’s face paled as he stepped back. “Dead? Eliza, no… No one will forgive this. She was revered. Do you know what you’ve done?”Eliza’s heart dropped. “You promised, Lucien. You said you’d help me. Please…”But Lucien shook his head, his voice breaking. “I can’t. I can’t, Eliza. You’ll bring ruin to us both.”The guards came for her before sunrise. Lucien had turned her in, his betrayal cutting deeper than any blade ever could. They paraded her through the streets, calling her a monster, an abomination. When she demanded trial by combat, they threw their finest soldier at her, expecting her to crumble. But she fought with everything she had, and when she dealt the killing blow, the crowd cried for vengeance, not justice.“Drown her.”Bound and beaten, Eliza was dragged to the frozen wastes of Coerthas. The lake lay still and black beneath the snow, its edges iced over.“This is mercy,” one of the guards muttered as they forced her to her knees at the water’s edge.Eliza struggled, her voice hoarse. “Please... I didn’t ask for this!”Her cries were ignored as cold hands pushed her under the surface. The freezing water crashed over her, stealing the air from her lungs. She fought, clawing at the hands holding her down, but the cold sapped her strength. Darkness crept into her vision, the faint light above fading.But as her body stilled, something ancient stirred beneath the lake. A shadow darker than night. A voice—smooth, venomous, and commanding—slithered into her fading consciousness."Do you wish to live, little one?"Eliza’s mind screamed into the void, Yes!"Then you are mine."The shadow wrapped around her, filling every inch of her broken form with dark aether. The ice cracked, the water stilled, and Eliza’s body rose from the lake days later—ashen, cold, and very much alive. Her crimson eyes burned with an unnatural glow, her veins darkened with tendrils of power that pulsed like dying embers.It was Scarletta, the vengeful spirit of a legendary mage, sealed in the depths centuries ago. Scarletta’s hatred, her hunger for vengeance, now flowed through Eliza, and those who saw her whispered of demons and cursed spirits.Eliza didn’t deny the rumors. She returned to Ishgard only once, where her crimson eyes and dark aura turned fear into screams. She left a warning carved into the stones of the city—a name no one would forget—before vanishing into the wilds.Now, Eliza wanders as a mercenary, her body and soul a battlefield between her will and Scarletta’s dark whispers. With every swing of her blade, she walks the line between vengeance and oblivion, seeking answers to her father’s fate and justice for the girl who died in the freezing depths of Coerthas.

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Likes/Dislikes

Obviously what I like and don't like

Likes:
Animals
Quietness
Solitude
Reading
Moonlight
Nature
Small, Quiet Gestures of Kindness
Combat Training
Dislikes:
Dishonesty
Authority
Weakness
Religious Hypocrisy
Cold Waters
Manipulation

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Details about me

AboutMe

Sex: Female
Age: 97 (Appears 25)
Race: Viera, Rava
Sexual Orientation: bisexual (Fem lean)
Family: Father (Deceased)
Mother (Deceased)

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