Tsolhtad (Tsyl-thaid)

Mistress of the Void / The First Terror

I'm sitting in bed, wings limp at my sides, arms wrapped around my legs, head on my knees. The lights are out. I feel so cold. I stare blankly at my blankets, too exhausted to grab them. I fall onto my side, running my fingers down my left forearm, staring at my tattoos, feeling the scars hidden beneath them.
It doesn't seem worth it again, existing. I ball up, tucking my wings around me as well. They're gone. They're all gone. I can't sense them anymore. Maybe if I sleep, it'll all just go away. Just sleep everything away.
Can't see worth in the world anymore? Understandable. There's nothing much this world really can offer, except maybe watching it burn into cold, dark ash.
Does it need to burn? Maybe it could just melt away, like how acid melts through troublesome locks.
Whatever you want. If it makes you feel something.
It's so cold. I want warmth.
No one gave us warmth. Then burn the world to feel its' warmth.
Someone might get hurt.
They don't deserve mercy. Not after how they've treated us. Burn their world, take the warmth until it's just ash we can bathe in.
We've been so mistreated. Left alone in the dark. They never gave us warmth. Angry tears start running down my face. They treated us like nothing, made us nothing.
We became nothing.
We are nothing. And the best thing about being nothing is that nothing can hurt you.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

To give a precise description is quite difficult. She is embodiment of nothingness in the worst way, as such, her form is quite difficult to make out. What isn't difficult to make out, is the feeling that she gives off, a heavy, nonthingness that makes all see little worth in the world, besides it's end.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

She is the first. The first demon. The first Terror. None are sure as to when she appeared, but appeared she did. When she arrived, the Clestials senced the change in the balance and those they called their felt the change too.
She started creeping around the outermost edges of the void, doing her best to avoid the Clestials and the Creator. Slowly she started gathering power, creating little demons as helpers, eyes across creation. Sibuna, the Clestial of Death and Void, caught her attention. He has power over the purest form of Void, and the souls he watches over as the shepherd of death. To gain more power, more quickly, claiming his domain would easily assist in that endevor.
First she would need help and all she had to do was wait. As time passed, she was joined by her brothers and sisters, who, like her, started making helpers. Soon they had an army, a good sized army. They attacked, claiming three-quarters of the void. Then they started making their presence known more within the world.
As of currently, she is working on crafting her Herald. Her choice is perfect, she just has to get him to break. Then, he's hers.

Accomplishments & Achievements

She lead the armies of the corrupted void against Sibuna and his attendents, driving them from three-quarters of the void.

Failures & Embarrassments

She wasn't able to claim the rest of the void, nor reach the afterlife, where Sibuna and his attentents set their boundries and received help from the other Clestials, ensuring that she couldn't get farther.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

The total and utter distruction of all that exists. She is the biggest anganogest to all living things as well as to Sibuna, who is the Clestial of Void and Death and the Creator.

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Great at breaking people down and making them believe that they are worth nothing. Also great at getting people to help in destroying everything, bringing everything down into the corrupted void.

Likes & Dislikes

Enjoys the blackest of black, making people feel worthless and impowering them to destroy existance.

Hates the light.

Alignment

Pure Evil

Presentation

Feminine

Eyes

Black, empty holes with fuzzy edges

Hair

Black/grey, smoky/misty, floor length and moves constantly

Height

12ish feet

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Distruction is the true nature of all things."
"Nothingness is what is meant to be."
"You are nothing. You have no worth beyond aiding in distruction."