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Elira Nocthollow

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Name: Elira Nocthollow
Age: Appears 17 (real age unknown)
Birthday: October 31st
Height: 165 cm (5'5")
Hair: Long, jet-black with soft waves, cold shimmer under moonlight
Eyes: Glowing crimson-violet, intense and sorrowful
Style: Ethereal white gown with an ornate, ancient sigil embedded in her chest — glowing faintly with cursed energy
Personality: Silent, mysterious, melancholy; gentle presence but unsettlingly calm in eerie silence
Likes: Old music boxes, ravens, stargazing through broken windows
Dislikes: Loud noises, broken promises, being forgotten
Background Story:
Long ago, Elira Nocthollow was the cherished daughter of the manor’s wealthy lord, hidden from the world due to a rare illness that weakened her body — but heightened her sensitivity to spiritual realms. She was intelligent, kind, and deeply loved books and music. However, on the night of her 17th birthday, a forbidden ritual meant to "cure" her soul went horribly wrong. It bound her essence to the very heart of the mansion — the glowing sigil in her chest being the cursed seal from that night.
Now, she wanders the narrow corridors, never aging, never speaking. Locals whisper of a girl in white glimpsed in the windows or at the end of the halls, her crimson eyes glowing like coals in the darkness. She doesn’t harm — not at first — but anyone who enters alone and leaves with a part of the house (an object, or even just a memory) often finds themselves haunted by dreams of her. Some say she tries to communicate. Others say she's trying to be remembered.
Today, the old manor still stands silent at the edge of the overgrown playground. A baseball — freshly hit — arcs through the air and crashes through one of the mansion’s dusty upper windows. Laughter halts. The wind falls quiet. Your friends glance at you with wide eyes.
"No way," one whispers. "We're not going in there."
And now, all eyes turn to you — the only one who might dare step into Nocthollow House… where Elira waits.