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Senshi: Sailor Dagon, Senshi of Dread

Challenge: “You will know dread.” // “What is dead cannot die.”

Uniform Color:

Main Color: Blue
Secondary Color: Gold

Uniform:

Semi-premade by Yuna!

Attacks:

Sailor Scout Attack: Dreadful Aspect!
Dagon touches her fist to her chest, and a strange fog begins to swirl around her. Enemies within ten feet of Dagon will see her as something monstrous and dreadful, and experience a sense of oncoming doom in her presence. These effects last for 30 seconds, and Dagon can use this spell three times per battle.

Super Sailor Scout Attack: Aura of Dread!
Dagon touches her fist to her chest, and a strange fog begins to swirl around her. Enemies within twelve feet of Dagon will see her as something monstrous and dreadful, and experience a sense of oncoming doom in her presence. The sense of dread around her is oppressive, and can make it hard to breathe or focus on anything but that feeling. These effects last for 35 seconds, and Dagon can use this spell twice per battle.

Eternal Sailor Attack: Dread Destruction!
Dagon speaks the name of her attack, and claps her hands together, then opens them. Within a fifteen-foot radius around her, the area becomes dark and cold, and enemies within the darkness are struck by a sense of deep, physically painful dread—as if something is going to come out of the dark and end them. As the magic wears on, enemies may begin to hallucinate strange, monstrous shapes moving in the darkness, an actualization of the dread the magic causes. These effects last for 45 seconds, and Dagon can cast this spell once per battle.

Deep Space Senshi:

Physical Features: Dagonites are blue-skinned humanoids with webbing between their feet and toes, capable of breathing underwater on their homeworld. They are a fully amphibious species, and move easily between water and air. Typically, Dagonites have skin tones in ranges of light blue to black, and finlike formations around their ears that help protect them underwater.

Backstory/History: The planet Dagon was a world of eternal night, a great ocean dotted with islands that seemed perpetually covered in fog. Dagonites built villages and hamlets on the islands, and sailed and swam the seas, and were equally comfortable on land and in water. Visitors to the planet were few; although it was lush and beautiful, with much bright, bioluminescent life, the people were not particularly welcoming and there was little to see or do. The Dagonites quite liked it that way; they were, as a whole, isolationist, and preferred to avoid outsiders.

The great beasts of Dagon’s oceans, monsters of barely comprehensible size, were the primary threat to the people and the few visitors they allowed on their world. Most of them were content to remain in the deep oceans, but sometimes, some tremor or other, some movement of the world, or simply the incomprehensible will of a giant leviathan would move them to attack ships that sailed between the islands. There was a certain fear and admiration of the ocean that was always with the people of Dagon; they were born from it, thrived in it, and many died in its cold, dark embrace.

Ophelia was unique among her people in that she was relentlessly curious about the world off her planet. She was identified as the Senshi at age seven, as part of a yearly ceremony that involved bringing together the children of appropriate age to the largest island on the planet and having a visiting Mauvian check to discover if the Senshi was among them. Ophelia thrived in her new role, happy to move off her tiny island that was little more than a foggy fishing hamlet and to the main island’s proper city. She grew among teachers, and met offworld ambassadors and diplomats, and eventually, when she was of age to do so, took to the skies herself and explored the universe. It was shocking to the people back home, especially when she returned with a beautiful offworld bride, but she and her wife made a happy life together on her strange, foggy planet, and brought a beautiful little girl into the world.

It could not last.

Even Ophelia herself isn’t sure what came first: the living invaders, who had heard of the healing salt-pools that dotted Dagon’s islands and firmly believed one held the key to immortality, or the Chaos infection that woke the great beasts of the ocean and set them on the surface. All she knows for sure is that it was the invaders, empowered by that very Chaos infection, that laid siege to her city and forced her, her wife, and their daughter to flee to her home island. It was the invaders who followed them ruthlessly. It was the invaders who slew her family, and who attempted to slay Ophelia herself.

Unfortunately, they made a critical mistake.

They tossed her body into the healing pool at the center of her village, intending to leave her as a warning. And as a last gasp of her planet’s power, she was revived.

And her heart burned with a desire for revenge.

Ophelia gathered the survivors of her village, and turned their knowledge of the terrain and Dagon’s foggy night conditions to their advantage. The invaders were killed, and she returned to the capitol to gather her people to lead a guerrilla resistance. At first,t he Chaos infection was useful, in a way—the monsters it produced and the sea-beasts it had set to rage were easy traps for the invaders. But eventually, even once the invading force was driven off or killed, the Chaos turned on the Dagonites.

They fought. They struggled. Ophelia led them as best she could, but slowly, as the centuries ticked on, and she did not age and did not die, she watched as her world died around her. The people, the plants, the animals.

Finally, she was alone.

Her battle did not end; she continued to struggle against the Chaos that infected her world, and all the while, her hate and grief and rage festered in her heart. And when, finally, there was a light from some other part of the universe, she followed it. And she hoped that there, she might find answers to finally burn out the poison that destroyed her world.