Eidôlon

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Content Warning: This page includes blood, gore, self-harm and PTSD
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Character Information	Character Information
Creator 	@Variant
Age 	150 (at death)
Gender 	None (Masculine voice)
Voice Claim 	Jamie Bower (Vecna; also the singer of his theme)
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Orientation 	Unidentified
Occupation 	None
Tribe 	None
Relatives 	Unnamed Sister †
Unnamed Nephew †
Powers and abilities 	Telepathy
Weapons 	Telepathy
Quote 	"You are already dead"
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==Introduction==
"You guys know the Legend of Eidôlon right?" Your friend asks. "Cause I hear that this is the day that he cursed his first victim, but like, a hundred years ago."
You nod, leaning closer to the fire. "And this is related to Eidôlon's Curse right?" Another dragonet asks, shivering. The wind is so still tonight.
Your friend next to you is oddly quite, "Hey..." You say nudging her, "Are you OK?"
"I can hear eight minds right now." She says, eyes wide. "There are only seven of us at this campfire."
You whip your head around to survey the campsite, but you're the only one sitting at the there, the fire is only embers. "Guys?" You say, getting up and walking around the now burnt out fire, "Where are you?!"
They can't hear you any more. A new voice says, this voice is nothing like you've ever heard. It is an expressive tone. Fiery and bored at the same time, You are already dead.
==Appearance==
You turn abruptly, the face is almost as terrible as the voice. A bare skull with empty eye sockets. Three gold spikes protruding above each 'eye' and twisting horns capped with gold. Green hair growing from the crown on the skull, and out the creatures' ears. It's neck was hard to see under the dark green hair, but it appeared to just be skeletal. The body was more dragon-like; clumps of flesh, scales and hair pulled over a skeleton. Ah, little doll. You're finally at your grave.
==Personality==
The 'dragon' stalks closer on skeletal talons, and all logic leaves your brain. You turn heel and run, through the endless hallways and eventually come to the front door. Hesitating will mean death, you through yourself through the door... only to find yourself running back into the main hallway. 
You cannot run forever, the thing says, I will catch you eventually, but I think that it's more enjoyable if you panic. 
'Great', you think, 'Now it's just taunting me.' "You're a sadistic freak!" You scream over your shoulder as you run.
Twisting and turning through the maze of endless corridors, but always coming back to where you started. You cannot run forever. Sooner or later I will catch you. That's a guarantee.
The creature stalks closer, and puts a claw on your shoulder. Now, that's a little rude, don't you think? It purrs, And I didn't even get to introduce myself.
==History==
Suddenly the house is restored, you look around to see the perfectly intact door swing open and in steps three dragon; Two SandWings and a SandWing hybrid. The smaller SandWing is only about 3, and he runs into the house, tracking sand in from the outside.
You peek out the door, curious. There's sand dunes as far as the eye can see. That's weird, You think, When I looked outside the dessert outside was just barren rock. The hybrid SandWing has a similar bone structure as the creature you just saw. He looks fondly at the other dragon, completely ignoring the small SandWing running about.
You approach the hybrid and look at between him and the other SandWing, 'They look too similar to be husband and wife, maybe brother and sister?' ''
Suddenly the scene changes the hybrid is sitting in a large room with his eyes closed, he whispers to something in the room. He seems to come to an agreement with himself and steps of the bed and walks down the hall.
The vision changed again. The older SandWing is stroking the younger on the head. His throat slashed and his eyes gouged out. There are tears running down her snout. The water in the oasis turning red from the little dragons' neck and eyes.
The next scene you see is brutal, the SandWing is frantically calling a name. The younger SandWing's name, You guess. She is clearly in distress.
"I will," She says shakily, "If that's what it takes to make the visions go away." She picked up a fire poker from the red-hot coals. You know what's going to happen, but somehow you can't look away. The SandWing drives the fire poker into her left eye. She screams, a long horrible. Someone is chuckling quietly, you turn around, and the hybrid is cackling. You don't look when the SandWing drives the fire poker into her other eye. The metal must've pierced her brain, because when you look back, she's lying on the ground, crying blood from her empty eye sockets. 
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