Bast_Ille

The Isle of the Serpent

A place mostly shrouded in mystery as a result of its residing ruler, the Naga Queen T'Ragna and her slithering horde of obedient trolls, serpents, and dimernesti. Following an encounter with a wandering group of outsiders during the chaos wars, access to the island was forbidden to anyone and everyone not under the queen's rule. Those who would set foot on the mystical island, and often those who would sail even slightly astray, would find themselves swarmed in a writhing, unfightable legion, captured and transported away. Occassionally those of apparent importance would recieve an audience, albeit dismissive, though the more typical outcome was immediate imprisonment in an even less known, but all the more sinister facility...

The Drowned Brig

T'Ragna's prized accomplishment and most well kept secret, this stone structure was leagues below the gentle lapping sea foam. There is no air, and there is no light. The guards stand silent at all hours, broken shells of their former selves doomed forevermore beneath the waves, their souls long since broken beyond repair. Those who cannot breathe water, guard or prisoner, must find means of keeping themselves alive or suffer the brunt of their sentence. And even for those clever or skilled enough, it was a right easily revoked.

But whether circumvented by right of birth or skill, a far more tenebrous fate lies in store for those who live. The contant pressure of water pressing in at their minds, the murmuring voices of lost souls haunting the stone and sand, the sheer darkness, isolation, and silence... None leave the Drowned Brig. Should one somehow survive, they would be broken beyond recognition, their soul shattered, every trace of who they once were erased and forgotten. This is the fate of Bast Ille.

The Beginning

Bast Ille wasn't her name at birth, but it is unknown if she ever had a true name. Nothing is remembered of who she was before arriving at the Brig, and the fact of the matter is, it doesn't matter anymore. Whoever she may have once been is now long dead and forgotten, lost to the depths, the endless black abyss. Whether innocent or not, Bast served her due time. She can remember the hissing, clawing hands pulling her away into blackness, the broken faces of those there before her, and the terrified faces of those who came after, yet to accept their fate. She fought, quietly and discreetly, clawed at her very essence to hold herself together and remember who she was... But slowly, gently, the black sea stole her away. The cold embraced her, it whispered promises of a life without pain, the freedom to leave this cursed prison, a release of her soul. And she recieved everything she was promised.

The End

Once broken, Bast became yet another of the mindless horde, guarding, serving, obeying, watching... She was empty, and blind to the stirring waters. The change was slow, creeping and hidden. She did not notice the cracks spiderwebbing from each pillar, spreading more and more with each day. She did not see the watching eyes, staring in from the blackness all around. She did not hear the whispers anymore. Even as the ceiling cracked, gates toppled, masonry exploded, she stood still, guarding, watching. Even as the shadows came to life, stealing those other doomed souls away into the void, writhing and seeking out every last one, Bast stood. In the end, in the lurid silence, Bast was granted her freedom. She stood there, amongst the wreckage and corpses, the crimson jet water, the first and last survivor of the Drowned Brig, an empty soulless husk.

Gift of the Aboleth

Sweeping through the waters like a hungering nightmare was the malevolent force which had brought this place to ruin. In the impossible darkness it was felt, circling Bast, harbinger and executioner left to bear witness to the terrible forces lurking within. The tendrils grazed her side, though she did not flinch. The three eyes, each stacked atop one another, pierced even the most impossible blackness... And they pierced her all the same. The gaze of this twisted aboleth looked straight through the emptiness where her soul once was, the gateway from which this manifestation of the void passed through the source veil to claim its rightful due. The visage of these three spheres grew closer, creeping into her mind, her very being, and it was then that she finally realized... This gaze was her own, now. The shadows crept from her cursed heart, and though she could not remember her life before now, she would never forget again.

RP Info

The TL;DR of it is that Bast is a hollow shell with no real history, and no soul.
Her memory is flawless and eternal, and assimilates the memories of anyone she consumes.
She acts as a gateway for voidwoken to pass through freely, and possesses mild psionic abilities similar to an aboleth.
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She'll usually play as a pred with macro/micro focus. :> Soul vore is big too.
Occassionally prey is alright as well, but it's case by case!