I'm not dead, guys! Artistically or otherwise! University has returned into my life, making it a goddamn time management hell. I sketched this around Wednesday this week but only got to finish it today.
Anyhow, sixth in our Coast Profiles is Eerie.
Agatha Fosco was once a star. Well, "star" is a bit exaggerated - fulfilling her childhood dream of becoming an actress, she landed a minor role in a B-grade telenovela called Corazon Culpable. As its name indicates, it was a run-of-the-mill, cheesy soap opera with one-dimensional characters and needlessly convoluted plot lines. Agatha's role, the rebellious Lupe, is killed off-screen at the end of the second season.
Lupe's death in the series was foreshadowing of events that would transpire in Agatha's life. Walking back to her apartment late at night, she cut through a backstreet, unintentionally witnessing a drug transaction gone wrong. She pleaded, trying to convince the criminals she wouldn't talk to the cops if they just let her go. High on cocaine and adrenaline, they paid little heed to her pleas, gunning her down. She received three bullets to the left shoulder, and a fatal one in the right lung. Agatha fell down, the rustling of the men fleeing the scene drowned by the intensifying buzzing of silence. The young woman bled profusely as she lay on her side, life slithering away from her limp, helpless body. Her vision was disrupted, fading to white. It was over...
The following moments are still unclear to this day. Agatha saw what seemed like the inside of a giant worm, tunnelling inside it at a steady pace. Her voice, feeble, called out to herself. "Wake up. You can't die! It's not your time!"
Her eyes fluttered open. She laid perfectly still, on her back. Before her eyes could actually focus, she noticed she was... lighter, as if weight had been removed from her very being. Was this Heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Was she still lying on the concrete backstreet, bleeding out and delirious in her final moments? Or was it the weightlessness of ascension to another plane of existence?
The answer came as she finally managed to catch a glance of her surroundings. She had been stripped of her clothes, wrapped in a large silken shawl that covered her entire body. Instinctively, the young woman felt her shoulder - Two bullet wounds, not fresh, but rather, scarred, as if attended to. The same for the entry wound below her right breast, the one that had punctured her lung. It became more and more obvious to Agatha that she was still alive. Someone had managed to find her and tend to her wounds...
Someone who wasn't an accredited surgeon, if her current surroundings were any clue - a circular room carved in stones lit solely by a round hole in the ceiling, most likely a cavern turned into a ritual room of sorts. Agatha herself had been placed on an altar, elevated granite slab in the middle of the circular room. Questions swarmed the lady's mind, and a feeling of unrest overtook her. She wrapped the shawl around her body and got up, walking quickly, then running. Where to, she didn't yet know. But she couldn't stay "there" anymore.
Agatha was stopped in her tracks by a man, wearing an all-black bodysuit and crudely carved stone mask. The vision alone was enough to startle the already agitated young woman, but his voice, and the words he would speak, would stop her in her tracks, keeping her safely in the cavern for a few more days.
To this day, Agatha barely speaks of what happened in the cavern. Her current travelling parter, one Rufus Radwick, says it was the moment she learned about her power. Had they been imbued to her as she died, or had they been lying within her from birth, that, he doesn't know. But the man, priest for the necromantic cult calling themselves the Mæstus, had managed to bring Agatha back from the dead, and informed the lady of her own necromantic capacities.
Agatha, during the time spent in the cavern, mastered the ability to reanimate and control the undead. Finding poetry in the idea of becoming a vigilante, as well as to metaphorically avenge her own death, she vowed to roam the Earth, protecting those in need. A noble, if clichéd, quest. Upon her travels, she came upon a rugged explorer, Rufus Radwick. Rufus searched the globe far and wide for an artifact called the Guidelight, mentioning something about its connections to other planes of existence. Intrigued, Eerie abandoned her "dark knight" quest to help Radwick in his travels. The pair has since made its way to Glenmetropolis, where it is rumoured, others were likely looking for the Guidelight.
Real Name: Agatha Luiza Fosco
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair: Dark hazelnut
Eyes: Dark hazelnut
Occupation: Necromancer, Traveler
Lives In: No fixed location
Birthplace: Zurgena, Asturias, Spain
Marital Status: Single
Combat Archetype: Sorcery (Necromancy)
Source Of Power: Unknown
Signature Style: Use of black magic and calling upon the undead
Motivation For Seeking The Guidelight: Helping her traveling partner
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