ELDRITCH

K8IE/BST
[break]FIRE EMBLEM, zero/niles

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émilie laurent


(brother) eldritch, n’dhathudhao, the one who summons them


magi


thirty-six


15th march 1980


new orleans, la


male


male

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a lifelong veneration of cosmic horrors has taught emi that the great old ones – unfathomable, insanity-inducing and, above all else, sleeping gods – make humankind largely irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. still, emi doesn’t think that it’s any real reason to be a downer.

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perhaps he’s well-adjusted for a longtime cultist. modest, light-hearted, but ultimately aloof, his laid-back work as a professor would likely be more appreciated by his students if he did not supernaturally unnerve most of them.

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yet beneath it all, slumbering, there’s deep obsession. emi’s devotion knows no ends. he’s passive about the things he sees and hears – real or otherwise – but impulsive with his own desires.

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emi follows his heart. it’s just a heart long in the clutches of the incomprehensible and deadly.


august 20th, 1991, on a sweltering louisiana day, an old plantation house in breaux bridge was filled with the sound of gunfire. the remnants of an offshoot of the esoteric order of dagon had, after a ritual of their own devising, turned on each other in a fit of wholly enthusiastic homicide. police found four survivors. ever since then, emi has never been able to kick his cthulhu habit.

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in emi’s defense, it’s hard to quit cults when you’re hosting the supposed fragmented leftovers of an ancient cosmic horror in your eye. a being supposedly incapable of being conceived or understood by the human mind. a being so terrific, so horrifying, foretold by h.p. lovecraft, yet so beyond his universe and himself…

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emi’s sort of surprised he’s lasted this long and he doesn’t wager much longer. one of the things of the things he can comprehend is, well, #YOLO. except if you’re a superhero. bad luck he ain’t one.

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instead, emi’s a professor of philosophy at miskatonic university. the position at the prestigious university is no doubt been aided by his membership in the freemasons. from one shadowy organisation to another, about six years ago his original complicated application process earned him the derogatory name ‘brother eldritch’ amongst some members.

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‘brother eldritch’. emi kind of liked it.

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emi is capable of pulling pseudo cosmic horrors from their universe to this one, usually in the form of tentacles. these beings remain under his control for the most part, capable of restraining and attacking targets. these creations do not respond to the laws of this reality predictability e.g. do not adhere to gravity or age with the passage of time. however, they are unlikely to be sustained for any long periods. their presence is innately unnerving and have negative effects on emi’s mindset.



one of emi’s eyes has long been replace with what resembles a cephalod eye. it could be most easily compared to a squid’s. this is his connection to the eldritch abominations he summons and worships and, through it, he is able to take on aspects of eldritch physiology. the resulting transformations probably best described as ‘body horror’. they are also unavoidable during long uses of entity generation. they also smell. horribly.



emi’s powers and entities evoke feelings of fear, horror and anxiety in people. this aspect is unintentional, uncontrolled and affects people in a variety of ways depending on their mental state. additionally, his continued transformation have a way of bringing out the intrusive thoughts in people.



even when not actively using his powers emi still exudes an unsettling aura that is almost instantly noticeable. a man who in your presence gives you what’s best described as a prickling feeling or maybe ‘did i leave the stove on?’. some of his students might describe it as the ‘i definitely failed that final’ vibe. he says you get used to it. arguably, it makes any attempt at stealth rather useless so emi prefers hiding in plain sight.