Character Emma Milanes // Ixchella

[Emma Milanes]

EMMALINE MILANES

Born	TBD
Age	23
Species	Human
Gender	Female
Height	5ft, 8in (1.73 m)
Weight	142 lbs (64 kgs)
Force Sensitive	Yes
Affiliations	Hallow Creed of Saturna
Markings	Electrocution Scars
Face Claim	Bailee Madison
Accent	American

BACKSTORY​

Emmaline "Emma" Milanes was born under the silver glow of a crescent moon in a remote, tightly-guarded compound known as the Hallow Creed of Saturna. Her parents, devoted acolytes of Saturna, the cult's feared leader, had groomed her from birth to become a vessel for Ixchella, a malevolent goddess of the moon, whose goal was to control and tower over her subjects. Even her older brother had joined the secret, recognizing her blood as a mere transaction. The two have never exchanged pleasantries and always fought. The Hallow, a fanatical cult that thrived on isolation and power, believed in harnessing Ixchella's power to bring about a new era of divine rule, with Emma as the chosen victim of the group—the ultimate sacrifice, destined to serve as the goddess's mortal vessel.

From a young age, Emma exhibited traits that set her apart. She was defiant, sharp-tongued, and fiercely independent, never content to follow the Hallow's agenda. The cult, once rejected by the outside world, strives to bring power back into their hands, with multiple facilities already planted strategically. Other children her age had already devoted their loyalty to the strict and often brutal punishments meted out by the Hallow's Elders, but Emma at the age of twenty-two refused to bow. Her rebelliousness was often mistaken for strength by her peers, and many secretly admired her, though she'd been convicted of treason countless amount of times. Emmaline's parents, Alejandra and Arden sold their offspring to Ixchella out of devotion, desperation, and fear. The Hallow promised them salvation through submission, as their child's stubborn tongue had put her family in jeopardy, and at risk for execution. Alejandra, once a free-spirited woman, had been broken by the cult's relentless manipulation, while Arden, a devout follower, worried for his life, not his daughter's. To them, offering their daughter wasn't just an act of loyalty—it was a necessity, a way to secure their own place in Saturna's new world. They were convinced that through Emma's forced sacrifice, they would be spared from the goddess's wrath and elevated to a higher spiritual plane.


Despite Emma's rebellious spirit, her parents saw her resistance as an insult to the divine will, something that needed to be shattered. Over the years, Emma had been convicted of treason multiple times for openly defying and refusing the Hallow's teachings, undermining their authority, and attempting to flee the compound. Each time, her punishment was severe—ritualistic beatings, public humiliations, and solitary confinement. However, she was always pardoned, not out of mercy, but because the cult could not afford to lose their vessel. Her life was considered too valuable to sacrifice, even if she brought nothing but trouble to the grounds. Her pardons came with the promise of greater suffering later, as the Elders believed her rebellion only strengthened Ixchella's eventual control over her.

IXCHELLA

Born	TBD
Age	136
Species	Goddess
Powers	Lunar Manipulation Possession
Strengths	5ft, 8in (1.73 m)
Weaknesses	Mortal Vessel Conflict Lunar Phases
Force Sensitive	No
Affiliations	Hallow Creed of Saturna
Markings	Moon Tattoo
Face Claim	Bailee Madison
Accent	American

Before the ritual, Emma Milanes was thrown into an isolation chamber—dark, cold, and unforgiving. For days, she had been left there to starve, deprived of food and water, her body slowly wasting away. It was the Hallow's way of breaking her spirit, preparing her for the horrors to come. The chamber was so silent that the pounding of her heart felt deafening in her ears. She had tried to resist, counting each hour, each breath, but as time dragged on, hunger gnawed at her insides, turning her defiance into desperation. The darkness whispered to her, filling her mind with shadows, and warping her sense of time. By the time they came for her, she was little more than a shell of herself—weak, trembling, barely able to stand.

Dragged from the isolation chamber, Emma's body was so frail she could no longer fight back. Her feet scraped along the stone floor as they led her to the temple, her wrists and ankles shackled in heavy chains that felt like lead. The temple was filled with the smell of incense, burning herbs meant to cleanse and purify, though to Emma, it smelled of ash and death. The walls flickered with torchlight, casting long, menacing shadows that seemed to reach for her as she was brought to the altar. Her father, Arden, stood at the head of the altar, his eyes filled with cold reverence. To him, this was the fulfillment of destiny—the moment he had been preparing her for since birth. Her mother, Alejandra, and older brother, Abraham, flanked him, their expressions equally hollow, as if the daughter they had once known had already ceased to exist. All that mattered now was the ritual, the completion of Ixchella's plan.

Emma was thrown onto the altar, her body limp and broken. Her wrists and ankles were chained to the cold stone, her skin pale and bruised, barely able to move. She wanted to scream, to cry out, but her throat was too dry, her voice too weak. The chanting began—low, rhythmic, and ancient. The Elders of the Hallow encircled her, their voices rising in a sickening harmony as they called out to Ixchella, the goddess of the moon. The air grew heavy, thick with an oppressive presence, and Emma's heart pounded wildly in her chest.

"Tonight, we call forth the moon's shadow, the devourer of light, Ixchella, to take this vessel as her own. Let her power be made manifest." A foreign incantation was whispered in her ear, over and over until they eventually became her own thoughts. Her cracked lips moved, reciting the words playing in her ears, but no sound escaped. Weak-minded and frail, ancient words swirled in the air like a storm. Each word seemed to carry weight, a tangible force that pressed against Emma's skin, vibrating deep within her skull. She felt the words crawling over her, wrapping around her like invisible chains, tightening with each syllable spoken. Her breath hitched as the room seemed to darken, the shadows deepening around her.

And then it happened.

With every second, Ixchella's control tightened, her darkness wrapping around Emma's soul like a vise. The pain in her chest became unbearable, a searing heat that radiated from the forming tattoo, burning deeper into her flesh as Ixchella's essence solidified within her. Emma's mind shattered under its weight, her consciousness splintering into fragments as the Goddess took over. Her body went still, the chains rattling softly as she lay limp on the altar. The chanting slowed, the crowd lowering their voices as they bowed their heads in submission. The ritual was complete. For a moment, there was silence.

Then, Emma's eyes opened—but they were no longer her eyes. The once-bright spark of defiance, of life, was gone. In its place was a cold, black void. Emma's body moved, but it wasn't her who controlled it. Her muscles, once frail and weak, now moved with a strange, unnatural strength. Slowly, she sat up, her head tilting as if she were adjusting to her new form. A cruel, twisted smile crept across her lips. Ixchella had fully taken control.

Emma's family stood in awe, their faces filled with a twisted kind of pride. Arden stepped forward, his voice filled with reverence. "Welcome, Goddess Ixchella. We are yours to command."

But the goddess said nothing. Instead, she looked down at her new hands, flexing her fingers as if testing the limits of her new vessel. Inside, deep within the recesses of her mind, Emma was trapped, a prisoner in her own body. She could feel Ixchella's presence everywhere—an all-encompassing darkness that drowned out everything she was. Emma's screams echoed in the void of her own mind, but no one could hear her. She was gone, and Ixchella had risen.

Lunar Ring: Ixchella's moon ring is a powerful artifact, forged from Alvarian silver, its surface almost too perfect. Embedded within it is a crescent-shaped moonstone, a gem that pulses faintly with an eerie, silvery glow, as if it is alive with lunar power. The mere mortal mind cannot withstand the overwhelming darkness within the ring. The longer they wear it, the faster they descend into madness. The ring floods their mind with Ixchella's memories—visions of suffering, death, and eternal darkness. These images are so vivid and horrifying that they drive the wearer into insanity. Some try to claw at their own skin or scream uncontrollably, their mind utterly broken by the dark knowledge they've been exposed to.

Tattoo: The moon tattoo is a visible sign of Ixchella's control over Emma. It represents the goddess's full ownership of the rebel's body and soul, marking her as the chosen vessel. The crescent moon, Ixchella's symbol of power over darkness and the night, serves as a reminder that Emma's fate is now intertwined with the goddess's will. It is a declaration to the Hallow that Emma is no longer herself—she belongs to Ixchella. However, it is also a control mechanism. Emma often feels pain radiating from the tattoo, especially when she tries to resist Ixchella's influence. The pain is a reminder of her subjugation and an instrument of punishment. Ixchella can trigger this pain at will, using it to weaken Emma's resolve or suppress her attempts to regain control of her body.

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