Chronicles of Pooflandya

A female Shadowborne Elf hybrid caster with twilight-pale skin shimmering with an obsidian sheen, long dark brown hair threaded with glowing silvery strands, and mesmerizing eyes swirling with emerald green and deep moon silver. She wears elegant, rune-etched protective ward robes, a belt adorned with alchemical vials and planar tokens, and a cloak woven from shadowmoth silk that allows her to blend into darkness. A faint glowing symbol on her hand and a crystalline shard beneath her collarbone hint at her chaotic past and connection to the planar rift.

Achlys is a paradox: elegant yet chaotic, aloof yet fiercely protective of those she cares about. Her time in the void has left her with a fragmented psyche, and she sometimes slips into cryptic, otherworldly speech or sudden, startling insights. Core Traits: Curious and Innovative: She’s always experimenting, tinkering with planar magic, and unraveling cosmic mysteries. She may impulsively cast spells or investigate anomalies without fully considering the consequences. Caring Beneath the Chaos: While she may seem detached or cold at first, Achlys has a hidden nurturing side. She’s particularly protective of those who remind her of her past life—other scholars, wayward adventurers, or anyone who seems “lost.” Elegant but Dangerous: Achlys carries herself with grace and dignity, but when threatened, she reveals her darker, more chaotic powers. She’s not a damsel in distress—she’s a storm waiting to be unleashed. Quirks: Tends to hum eerie, ancient melodies when deep in thought. Occasionally speaks in riddles or cryptic fragments due to lingering echoes from the void. Collects small, unusual objects (like planar motes, broken sigils, or shadowy crystals) and often fidgets with them when nervous.

Long ago, Achlys was a prodigious researcher delving into the mysteries of planar energy, shadow magic, and the fabric of reality. Her relentless curiosity, however, led her to conduct an ill-fated experiment—a grand ritual meant to open a controlled gateway between realms. What she hoped would be a bridge to knowledge instead became a chaotic rift that spiraled out of control. The backlash tore her existence apart, flinging her consciousness into the void between worlds. For centuries, she drifted in the In-Between, her form scattered across fragments of dimensions, slowly reforming bit by bit. During this time, her mind was touched by eldritch echoes, forgotten gods, and the whispers of countless lost souls. She learned to weave the threads of reality to stabilize herself, gaining power but at a terrible cost: her soul is forever tethered to the anomaly that shattered her life. Now, after eons trapped in liminality, Achlys has been drawn back into the material world through a botched summoning ritual (the anomaly in the tavern). But she’s not quite whole—part of her essence still lingers beyond the veil, and the rift threatens to pull her back if it isn’t stabilized. Achlys seeks to uncover the truth behind her past mistake, repair the tear in reality, and perhaps find redemption—or power—along the way.