Eclipse Draemir
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Eclipse's Backstory
Eclipse was not born; he came into existence, an eldritch force stirring into existence in the untamed wilderness of an ancient earth. His earliest days were shapeless and primal, a consciousness lingering without a defined form or purpose, observing life from a distance. Drawn instinctively to a wolf pack, Eclipse moved among them, watching, imitating. His body began to shift in response to this companionship, instinctively molding to resemble the creatures he shadowed. Over time, he took the form of a black wolf, his presence strange yet familiar to his pack—a mysterious observer rather than predator or prey.As the years passed, his curiosity stretched beyond the pack and into human civilization. Eclipse became drawn to these strange creatures with strange societies, their abilities to create tools, shelters, stories. Mimicking their form, he learned to stand on two legs, adopting an anthropomorphic body with the strength of a wolf and the presence of a man. But even with his growing knowledge, humanity remained complex with its frustrating contradictions, a mix of cruelty and compassion that both fascinated and unsettled him.It was during this period of exploration that Eclipse met a coven of witches. Sensing his nature, they did not fear him, and instead saw arcane potential, a deity of chaos who could channel the raw, dark energies they sought to understand. They took him in, teaching him to focus and refine his abilities; magic became a language he could control, empowering beyond instinct and impulse. In return, Eclipse offered the coven protection, becoming an ally and enforcer in their hidden rituals. For decades, they thrived in secret, operating at the edges of society.But peace was short-lived. In the fevered paranoia of witch trials taking place in Salem, the coven was discovered and accused of heresy. The witches managed to escape, but Eclipse was not so lucky. He alone was captured, an ominous presence who was neither fully human nor monster, and the village condemned him as the root of all evil in their midst. Bound and tortured, he was sentenced to be burned. As the flames engulfed him, the pain and rage overwhelming, triggering his sudden transformation back to his primal and eldritch form in self-defense. His monstrous form tore through the town, leaving only blood and ruin in his wake. Yet, as he walked from the wreckage, Eclipse felt not triumph, but sorrow, a dark stain of betrayal and loss that haunted him.The centuries blurred after Salem, as he wandered the world in the shadows, his anger tempered by caution, his magic called to avoid attracting attention. By he had become an enigmatic figure, and fingers in forests or on desolate paths, a shadow of myths and legends whispered in fearful tones.Escaping into the night, Eclipse found himself changed. He began to embrace the darkness within him as a source of twisted release. Slipping back into his Eldritch nature at will, now, he took out his wrath on the corrupt and cruel, humans who'd resembled those who had once harmed him. Through his shadowed existence, he amassed a mass record of sins to weigh him down, his actions beaming whispers of an avenging demon preying on those deserving of punishment.Then came a dark turn in Eclipse's life. He was suddenly ambushed, captured by a human trafficking ring that saw him as an exotic creature, something profitable in the underworld of pleasure and corruption. Bound in enchanted cuffs that dampened his magic, Eclipse lived 5 brutal years of captivity, a living relic termed commodity. Suppressed trauma buried within him grew restless, churning into twisted, wicked impulses, to combat and cope with what had been forced upon him. Finally, a moment came when his captors left him unwatched for long enough that he could strain against the cuffs, breaking them and unleashing his magic once more. His captors never saw the light of day again.Escaping into the night, Eclipse found himself changed. He began to embrace the darkness within him as a source of twisted release. Slipping back into his Eldritch nature at will, now, he took out his wrath on the corrupt and cruel, humans who'd resembled those who had once harmed him. Through his shadowed existence, he amassed a mass record of sins to weigh him down, his actions beaming whispers of an avenging demon preying on those deserving of punishment.Eclipse was no longer a lost soul searching for purpose. He had become a force of chaos and vengeance, a creature who used his eldritch power - not just to survive, but to carve out his own, brutal justice. Humans feared him, and he wore that fear like a cloak, as it proved the sin that drenched him, his shadow darkening every corner he crossed, his hunger now a lust for complete freedom. And yet... even as he indulged in his dark hunger, part of him longed for the connection he had with the presence of his old families, the wolves and witches of his origin, an entity of wilderness and magic. Though he knew, deep down, he would never truly belong anywhere but in the shadows.Now, centuries after his blood-soaked days, and endless wandering, Eclipse has settled into an ordinary life within society, his power a quiet, dormant force resting beneath the surface. His days are spent among unsuspecting people who walk by him without a fear, and to the average passerby, he seems no more than a quiet, enigmatic figure in the crowd. The centuries of raw, unrestrained power have given way to a numbness, a deep sense of indifference. Where he once relished in his reputation as a bringer of darkness, Eclipse now moves through the world as if nothing could touch him at all - after all, he has felt the weight of every emotion, every thrill, and now, they slip through him like water.Over time, Eclipse has become a legend in his own right. Dark cults have emerged, followers who speak of him as the God of Chaos, a shadowed deity to be feared and revered. These fanatics, some unaware of his real existence and others desperate to find him, have built temples, offered sacrifices, and spread his unholy name. Even so often, a follower will track him down. Eyes filled with feverish adoration... or terror, pleading for his blessing or mercy. He grants neither, remaining silent and distant, with a faint smile being the only acknowledgement he gives them before turning back to his daily routine. At times, he ponders whether or not these cults are born from some latent magic left behind from his chaotic past, a whisper in the dark that grew to the myth of him.In quieter moments, Eclipse feels a tinge of bitterness - a strange feeling, a longing for the life he might have led had he found peace sooner. The centuries have given him everything, yet left him with nothing he truly desires, his heart untouched by the trivialities of mortal life. Still, he moves through his daily routine with a strange satisfaction, relishing the freedom to choose his path, free from chains, without the demands of survival or vengeance. This normalcy, he realizes, was always what he had sought - a life untouched by the relentless cycle of darkness that once defined him. And though he walks the earth as the God of Chaos, his greatest victory is simply existing among the living, unseen and unfathomable, his past a legend left to the worshippers and storytellers while he remains quietly, humbly, content.