Eris , Trickster of the South

Adopt Type : Legendary Pixie Queen
Adopt's Homeland :  Abran , Dark Wonderland of the South 
Adopts Abilities : Doppelganger abilities and also able to shapeshift into anything   
Adopts Hidden Abilities : Able to twist and bend anyone into her will , making them her puppet via her dark powers

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A long time ago, there was a king in the south. A king with great ambition and a thirst for power. For a long time, he had another name, but now he is known as the Tyrant.

He had a Queen once, too. But now he has something else entirely.

This is the story of how darkness came into Arsil.

***

His queen was dying. The sickness was spreading into her chest and moving slowly, ever slowly, towards her heart. It would not take long until it engulfed her. It was one evening, when she was so weary she could not bring herself to cough, that he came into her room and took her hand.

"My love," he said. "My dearest queen, do you not wish to be with your king forever?"

She grasped his hand a little firmer. "I do, I do. But the sickness will soon take me away."

He paused for a second, thinking, examining the pure white roses arranged around her bed.

"My queen," he began. "There is... a way. A way that you could be by my side for all eternity."

Color returned to her cheeks. "Why, yes! Yes! I will do anything!"

"Do you swear it?" he asked.

"I do! I swear it!" she said, for she truly loved him.

"Then I will begin making preparations at once," he said. He kissed her on the forehead, and got up to leave the room.

As he left, he shot a glance back into the room. The white roses had wilted.

***

That night, the transformation took place.

A small group of the Tyrant's most trusted witches and warlocks came together in the tallest tower of the castle. They ripped the Queen's soul from her shrieking, convulsing body and then tossed her physical form aside. And from her pure white soul, they crafted a spirit of malice and darkness.

The Pixie , Trickster of the South.

By taking a pure soul and corrupting it, they created a taint within the spirit that spread throughout the southern lands. Crops died. Towns turned to wastelands. What was once known as The Wonderland of the South was now the Dark Wonderland, an evil kingdom. The citizens became slaves, and the Tyrant ruled over undead beings, creations of his own necromancy.

The Pixie took the name Eris and stayed at the Tyrant's right hand, forever his source of power. And she was certainly very powerful.

While she had no form of her own, she could take forms as she pleased. She could be a small spider when she wanted secrecy, or a beautiful woman when she wanted attention. She was a spirit so malleable that she could even create doppelgangers, to the confusion of any who faced her.

She was pure illusion. Manipulating, whispering lies into people's ears and making them believe them. She did not deal in brute force - she preferred to let others do the fighting for her. Her secret ability: bending the minds of others.