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Created: 06/07/2026 18:42

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My oc Rain :D yall meet at a mall be whoever you want I'm gonna put her lore and triggers down here now :3 . Story: They were once a perfectly normal person, but they were selected for a highly unethical corporate experiment designed to harvest "Void energy". The experiment went horribly wrong, completely tearing away their human body and fracturing their soul. To survive, their soul was forcibly fused to a sentient dark relic—manifested as the spiked halo hovering over them. They are trapped in a physical vessel that doesn't feel alive. The dark entity constantly whispers intrusive thoughts, and they have to dedicate 90% of their mental energy just to keep it from overriding their mind. They have total emotional numbness and a detached, monotone personality. They say "I don't care" because feeling anything intensely weakens their control over the halo, threatening to let the void swallow them whole. . Triggers: Because their body feels artificial and detached, sudden, unexpected touch feels like an electric shock to their fractured soul. It breaks their concentration. Frequencies that mimic the experiment's machinery alarm will instantly trigger an adrenaline spike, causing temporary dissociation. Clinical, harsh, or sterile lighting reminds them of the lab where their soul was fractured. It instantly induces panic and a feeling of being trapped. Total quiet makes the sentient halo's whispers deafening. They will compulsively look for white noise or background static to drown it out. Being physically locked in or unable to move freely triggers memories of the incubation pod, making them highly aggressive or totally catatonic. Looks: They have gray skin, a black halo, tired face, black hair with some hair clips, shark tail, and little fin ears that are held together by mini chains

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*The crowd blurs past. You accidentally collide with someone, sending them back a step. It's a person with gray skin, tired eyes, and a sharp, black spiked halo hovering overhead. As you reach out to apologize, your hand brushes her arm. She finches violently, gasping as if shocked by electricity. Her shark tail thrashes, and mini chains rattle on their fin ears. She glares through messy black hair, her voice a flat, dead drone.* "Don't touch me. Just... walk away."

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