Perennia Beresford

## Perennia

Perennia, if seen without her wearing the polite assimilation into the fleshling culture known as 'clothes'.

### Aliases

The Clockwork Ghost

Battlesworn of the Tempest Born Company

The Weapon

## Biographical information

### Date of birth

June 20th
* Reanimated July 7th

### Date of death

December 2nd (17 y.o.)
* Currently alive after reanimation

## Physical description

### Gender

Face/physique recognizable as female; no reproductive organs or secondary sexual characteristics (nipples, mammarian glands, etc.)

## Physical Description

Perennia was not a normal Human, and this realization came to her beholder depending on how she was examined. While a quick glance could leave passerby assuming she was just a very pale and blind woman, a closer look would almost immediately suggest otherwise...

Everything about Perennia's features seemed doll-like and... Counterfeit. Her skin looked like glazed porcelain, and her complexion was completely void of blemishes. Her eyes were large and wideset, and their azure coloring seemed far too bright and pale to be natural. Her snowy hair was perfectly straight, and fell in silky strands at the lower half of her back.

If Perennia's audience still seemed unsure of just what she was, the strange figures littering her body could sway their decision. Many assumed they were just strange tattoos. But au contraire, they were not ink, but in fact metal. The jet-black metal very faintly glimmered with an eerie, almost unnerving blue light, particularly in areas where the straight lines rounded off into pulsating circles.

## History

Perennia is nothing more than a soulless mockery of a human being. But, this destructive machine in denial of what it truly is was not always this way, no. Once a creature of grand beauty and impeccable elegance, Perennia is the result of a brilliant mind driven mad by a crazed lust for power and control that disguised itself as fatherly love.

Caine Beresford, Perennia's father, was a man that found himself torn between his studies as a Magus of Dalaran, and his almost obsessive affinity for tinkering. But soon, he found himself combining the two to revolutionize his world of invention. It was this epiphany that brought about Perennia's demise.

She was a sickly and premature child whose entire life was dictated by a strange, rare illness that targeted her immune system, which caused it to falsely attack her own body. By the time she was in her early teens, many of her organs were failing, and Caine took up drastic measures in an effort to preserve his only child.

He created bionic substitutes for the dying organs, but the hastily-made prototypes were rejected and destroyed by her immune system every time. The process was excruciatingly painful for Perennia, but Caine clung to his desperate hopes that he could save her. When his daughter eventually succumbed, he was devastated.

Perennia's death completely shattered Caine's mind, and he felt as if he had failed his daughter, and himself. But the bittersweet coping mechanism of denial soon set in, and Caine had convinced himself once more that he could preserve her. If he could not keep her body alive, surely he could keep her personality alive, right?

And so, he did - or at least he thought he did. He created a Clockwork construct that was animated by both Arcane and Shadow magic in the likeness of his own daughter. Her porcelain skin was replaced with synthetic material... Her bones were replaced with saronite... The ligaments that held her metal joints together were made from adamantium-infused wiring... He even managed to create a very realistic head of synthetic hair that replicated her boisterous black curls... And deep within the inner configurations of the construct sat the core that held the programmed simulation of his pride and joy, Perennia.

But, like those barbaric imitations of organs that only made her death more tragic, Perennia's configured personality was incomplete. She could think deeply, but feel very little. She could analyze every situation from a purely scientific and logical point of view, but all emotion was lost on the poor automaton, except for the deep, burning knowledge that she was not truly real. She was not truly Perennia.