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⬩ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔ (pt. 1)

death is sharp-witted and often persuasive, as charismatic and charming as she can be distant and calculating, easy to interact with heroes, villains and those in-between. there is astuteness in the way she express herself and a wise, composed, disciplined and often approachable aura about her despite how aloof she might seem in some dialogues. to some, she could be almost maternal. there is a profound respect for certain traditions or rather, to the balance of the universe which is translated into her task, which she fulfills with the efficiency of a well-regulated machine. her instinct is to preserve the balance of the universe, even as it balances itself naturally, but she still remains as a nexus or a fulcrum. the universe would collapse without death (in a way, she is that who essentially regulates it).

as a neutral entity, she looks upon the alignments of good and evil as facets of a multifaceted system where each aspect exists as a part of the whole, one to balance the other, such as life is necessary for death. she mostly prefers a highly philosophical outlook towards existence, neither positive nor nihilistic. she often ponders about the matter of different perspectives and likes to discuss it with other people, having a certain fondness for abstract debates. death seems to be socially extroverted, and even pleasant in most interactions, but she never loses an aura of isolation and otherness that intimidates most mortals.

⬩ 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

death is beautiful — there is no other word for it and there is no need to play at euphemisms. the matter at hand is the contrast between what would be expected of her to appear as : a skeleton or a corpse, the grim reaper in dark robes, morbid and terrifying, and then what she currently presents as, which is a profoundly human woman that looks almost artificial & uncanny. when i say "beautiful", i mean "perfect" as in lacking any human characteristics that would mark her as one of our own. what adult has skin untouched by time, the proof of life itself ? her face lacks marks of it: there are no lines, blemishes, spots, little to no blush or glow upon her pale ivory skin. the point is that she has crafted her looks according to biased ideas of aesthetics, or rather, her own personal interpretation of them which she got from films & paintings. this makes the bodies she creates unnatural in their appearances; so she looks like old hollywood stars stepping out of their time or like animated paintings. it's a feminine face many would readily confirm as beautiful but that seems at odds with everything around her, as if she does not fit in the world around her.

still, her oval face shape has been the same for over thousands of years, the same as the high cheekbones or the sharp angles of her jawline, the long pale neck and that feline stare of her eerie, mysterious silver eyes, like as bright as mercury. her eyes always seem to have a certain radiance to them and there's a classic or antique quality to her features, like she belongs to black and white films. hers is not a face that would fit the era of instagram, social media or aesthetic procedures. the way she looks artificial is a consequence to the fact she is something beyond human, a natural phenomenon, playing at the attempt to look like one : her copy is perfect and in that is her one flaw, for no human being looks perfect the way she does. most humans, if interacting for too long with her, will come upon the afterthought that something is wrong about the woman, even if at first glance, there is nothing about her appearance that would imply anything other than sophisticated distance, a sort of beauty that is almost nostalgic and cold. but if you want to play at poetics, than try to imagine what it would be like to have the all-embracing phenomenon of death & transformation in all universes try to contain all its multitudes into a puppet of flesh.

⬩ 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

⬩ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬 .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

⬩ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: death or "helena diehr". some might call her the pale rider, the grim reaper or the angel of death. she has no direct association to any faith or mythology, she belongs to all of them, as all stories are the same. ⬩ 𝐚𝐠𝐞: ageless, as old as any concept of a multiverse. exists independently of any external influence or higher beings and is, in fact, a being that exists as only one version of herself across all alternative universes. ⬩ 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: anthropomorphic personification of the concept of death. universal, omnipresent, beyond belief, religion and divinity. ⬩ 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: psychopomp ( both her occupation and her identity ). ⬩ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧: knows all deities, folkloric and mythological characters on a personal level and yet, does not associate with none of them. ⬩ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: presents as female ( she/her ) but is indifferent to other pronouns. she does not limit or restrain her desire or interests to a single gender. ⬩ 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲: presents as a white woman. ⬩ 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: her self-made vessel is around 5'10'' or 178 cm. ⬩ 𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: simultaneously type 1 and type 5 or: the reformer & the investigator ( nuanced, perceptive, isolated, self-controlled ). ⬩ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭: true neutral. ⬩ 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: scorpio sun, capricorn moon. in astrology death is signfied by pluto as well as scorpio while the grave and funerals are matters of the moon. ⬩ 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: patient, charming, charismatic, diplomatic, versatile, nurturing, responsible, honored, agreeable for the most part. ⬩ 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: distant, self-indulgent, secretive, condescending, detached, controlling, capricious.

⬩ there is a timeless quality about her, something calculated and meticulous that makes it hard to place her within any defined stereotype for any generation or social niche, even her accent is impossible to place, she sounds to each person in the room as a native of their own language but with a strange otherworldly quality to her voice. in most social situations, she is a source of intrigue and mystery, with a reserved but dominant personality and a self-controlled way in how she speaks and moves that is as graceful as it is too sharp for human comfort. she holds curiosity for the mysteries within the depths of the human psyche or in the world around them, how everything is touched by myth and symbolism. she appreciates art and creation or rather, anything related to storytelling and human connection as she has a natural inclination towards transformative forces. what is of uttermost importance is that her observations of society do not make her a slave to to the ephemeral interests of the masses, or in other words, she stands as a neutral bystander of the narrative. there is a subtle dominant energy about her and a deep magnetic intensity in the way she watches others. some may want to define her as uncanny in her perfectionism. ⬩

⬩ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

that which on occasion uses the human name "helena diehr" is death. death as in thing and event — nor angel nor deity, nothing which is divine or mystic, but death as the universal concept given form in a woman’s body. she is an anthropomorphic representation of the powerful and very natural event of death, a repeating motif in the history of all universes: she is the end and the beginning, an all-powerful bystander of a cyclical story. death exists regardless of mythologies, independent from all pantheons and is, in fact, if you believe time could exist back then, more ancient than the concepts of gods. as the universe came into being, she too came into existence, as the manifestation of the unfolding of the story towards its end. she carries no scythe, scissors or thread of life, there is no list with names on it and she is not prowling for souls. in fact, most time, she has very little on them but for what they might tell her. she does not bring death but is death — when the time comes and the story ends, she comes for it and for you. that is her task as a psychopomp: to escort newly deceased souls from towards the afterlife. her role is not to judge the dead, but simply to guide them. the place they go to once they are done with their story depends on them (their faith, their gods, their own judgment, their choice).

& this body which she inhabits is a vessel, not a host. it is not flesh that is possessed by the supernatural but something she has crafted through unearthly means to contain her multitudes, her all-encompassing existence. in other words, her body is a whim, and it is not as real as other physical things can be. one time it is there, because she wills it to be, the next instant, it might not be, because it is what she desires. think of alice's cheshire cat in cosmic proportions.

using this body and the fake name of "helena diehr", death sometimes takes on human identities — which are but characters she plays for her own whims and to sate her curiosity on the experiences of the living for brief moments of a human life. what is time to an entity who exists outside of it ? what is a day, a year, a decade for her ? & so one day helena diehr is a chief curator in a history museum, the next, she might be a guest lecturer at an university or an opera singer or a lawyer, the performances vary with her moods. the curious thing about it is that most of the mortals who encounter helena keep no recolection of her or the events that surrounded her presence, other than a vague instinct, a shapeless memory of missing something important which is no longer in the craddle of the mind; that is unless she wills them to remember her, which has allowed her to make friends, to build relationships. however, there is no official registration of one helena diehr anywhere in the world. she is the schrödinger woman. someone will swear they had worked with a dr. diehr for ten years at an university while another person swears they lived next door to helena diehr, the singer, and both will forget her the next day, only to remember once more when they meet her again. that way, death has lived countless lives and learned much about the human experience.