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A weapon made of energy, it is a part of herself. It can therefore also become intangible and invisible with her, and it can affect the physical realm so long as it is stained with blood. While it is most commonly in the form of a scythe, it can take the form of any weapon.
Talitha has the ability to wear the face of one that she has killed. In addition to this, she absorbs the memories of those that die near her. Death makes her stronger.
She has the ability to be intangible, invisible, or both. Her form is solid, but she began as energy and she can return to that state. Without a form she can still affect the physical world so long as she was recently exposed to death.
She is physically superior to most life forms, having strength that is hard to match.
While in fact a murderous demon, Talitha has the demeanor of a young lady. She has impeccable manners, and every action she takes exudes a kind of grace. Even in a fight, she never loses her poise. She will destroy her opponents in style.
Talitha is cold to the plights of others, more concerned by her own issues. She cannot help but focus on all that she does not have. She acts sweet enough, but she is a corrupt creature, and she knows it.
She lies to herself, says that she is content as she is, but she is not. She desperately craves a real life amongst humanity, something normal. However, at the same time, she can’t stand the idea. It’s what she wants, but reality is always so different from what she imagines.
What Talitha really aches for is the easy companionship found amongst humanity. She is a touch-starved creature, only having experienced interactions of violence, and she longs for someone to hold her. She clings to memories of the dead as her only way of experiencing such.
What she wants is often not actually what she wants. Her desires are never able to resolve themselves. She hates herself perhaps more genuinely than she hates humanity. What she hates isn’t humanity, but that she herself is not human.
At the end of one’s life, energy is released into the world. A leftover essence of sorts remains, imprinted on the site of death. As time passes, sometimes life force will accumulate in one spot, and something new will be created. Depending on the entities whose energies make up this new being, the nature of this being is unique. Typically, one calls these beings “ghosts”.
At the site where countless young girls were murdered over centuries, Vashtiy came into being. She existed as a ghost, haunting the site of the deaths and growing stronger with each new death. It did not take her long to take to killing, driven by a hatred of humanity’s ability to roam freely while she was bound to remain where she was. Her essence was corrupted quickly, no longer a simple spirit.
While her ability to affect the physical plane increased with each death, so to did the range which she could travel away from the site of her creation. The further she could travel, the more she killed. But it was what she saw that fueled her hatred. Humans did not have to do anything to be free. They were born free. And she hated them for it. Vashtiy loathed humanity’s freedom, and she was more than happy to kill them for it.
She found that as she gained more power, she found more reasons to despise humanity. She wanted what they had, envious of all that she lacked. She wanted a family, a lover, everything and she was driven half mad by the memories of the dead that haunted her. She was the ghost, but she was the one that was being haunted. Eventually she stopped killing for the sake of increasing her range of travel and started killing to gain memories of the deceased. Vicariously, she lived countless lives, and she hated how much she wanted to be like them.
However, through it all, she was incorporeal. She could not live as humans did. Until one day, she was not incorporeal any longer. It took five centuries, but the ghost was a ghost no longer. She became a demon. However, what she desired to most to do was live amongst humans. She immediately set out to do so, only to fail and then massacre the town. She tried again, but each time resentment grew and set her off.
It was within this cycle of death that she was turned into the Contempt of Babylon. She finally stopped trying, deeming herself above humans. However, her favored method of destruction is still to live as a human until she snaps.
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