Sosael

Fallen angel who never hit bottom. Soft white insect, wings torn shimmering tatters behind her, long antennae waving over faceted cold grasping eyes. Curling traces of hate etch her spindly body, cracking crusts of darkened scabs, still-oozing lines of bright red. "But no scars: never any scars: scars are memories... scars are for the living."

Lovely, or she was. Before the knife - before herself. A butterfly the color of new-fallen snow, clad only in short soft fuzz and her own red red blood, four-armed figure the bones-and-muscle of a flier. Former flier. Wings ripped gouged torn into ragged useless shapes, convoluted glyphs illegible scrawls on what's left. Perpetual sneer painted redder than horror. Monomolecule shining knife hung at bony hip or loose in slim hand casually carving new stigmata somewhere on her body, blood crawling wet down shallow curves befouling white fur splatting metronomically on the ground...

Should she deign to notice your gaze (hope she doesn't), her own soulless, calculating eyes turn on you, wondering how best to hurt you, or goad you into hurting her. Falling with her.

History

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;

and in the lowest deep a lower deep

still threat'ning to devour me opens wide...

— Milton, Paradise Lost (book IV)

Sosael is a vile, heartless, inhuman creature. She has died more times and in more ways than anyone cares to count, killed even more, and hurts anything in reach. When nothing else is at hand, she hurts herself. She's halfway to legend, invoked to scare younger creatures in clades that practice childbearing - if anything, most stories of her are understatements. Endlessly regrown from death, her first victim is almost always her beauty.

Some stories say that she is damned (quaint concept!), the terms of her damnation written on her wings. Others rationalize that her pleasure sense is intensely inverted. People who've met her refuse to talk about it. She is hate.

For more of her history, see Sosael.

Home Warp

It is commonly held that Sosael lives in Strange. She's never claimed this herself; indeed, she's claimed to live in Charm, in Top, in Down, in the center of [the Orrery]?... The easy interpretation is that Sosael lies a lot. She's said this herself, in more lucid moments. But maybe it's all true, and she was around for the initial exploration of the Mess, she is Theeka's sibling, she does live somewhere in each Warp, or somehow in all of them at once (there are theories that she's a particularly hateful Plural)...

See also Flight.

OOC Notes

Sosael is something I play when in... certain moods. The best encapsulation is that she's my "PMS character". However, as I change, I don't seem to need her as much - not in the same way, at least. Lately she's been showing up and declaring herself to not be Sosael, though who she is when she's not Sosael is something yet to be determined.

If you have something to say about her... say it.