Relia

A name is but an anchor. Acknowledge its existence, and with it your suffering: Relia

Age is but the time you spend suffering: 40,000

Your appearance is the illusion of this world: In her bird form, she is a normal phoenix, save for her permanently darkened feathers, due to her despair, becoming a dark purple. In her human form, she is 5'2, has purple eyes, and is quite the qt3.14

What is your suffering: Her suffering is the sad fact, that she can't die.

How have you elected to liberate yourself from it: She is going to face it, lashing out with her subdued, fiery passion, if she can muster it after so long.

A "chamber" is a metaphysical realm, which you craft from your own subconsciousness, your wishes, dreams or overall psyche. It appears in your dreams, your meditation or whenever you are in a state of great, deep suffering. It can also appear when someone is affecting your mind. One who seeks enlightenment and liberation, will have to wage war against those that seek to harm them psychologically or emotionally in here. Please describe it here: Her chamber is simply an empty, endless void, however, wherever she walks, her feet will make ripples in the 'ground'.

Have you elected to reside within the Bastion, or is the world full of suffering a more fitting test for you: Open World

You have made it thus far. Now there is but one thing left to do. Answering the ten questions. These answers are never static, and you should not try to stay true to them at every moment. New insight, gaining of knowledge and shedding of the suffering this world fills you with, will mean you begin to see things in a different way. Remember, an illuminated person would not answer these questions at all, so there is no wrong or right answer,  as long as you acknowledge your own suffering.

If you would suffer no consequences, would you do everything? Absolutely

If names did not exist, would it be for the better or worse? Worse

If you gave your word, how far would you go to follow through with it? Depends on who she gave her word to

If you could have a friend, but not a lover, or a lover, but not a friend, what would you have? Friend

If you could go anywhere on your own, or never leave a single place, but be with people, which would you do?

Is the benefit of others something you would force people to act against their will for? No

If you had to go either forward or in circles, which would you chose? Forward

If you had intent, but no resolve, or resolve but no intent, which do you think would carry you the further towards your goal? Resolve.

If you had to do one thing, but forever, or an infinite number of things, but each for a very brief time, which would you go for? One thing

If you had to step on a snail or a bee, which would you step on? Snail, because bees actually have a solid purpose

Backstory - She was born a long, long time ago, nameless and alone, birthed from a fairly young, brightly burning phoenix, along with two siblings. She outlived all of them, watching them die one by one, whilst she was stuck at her prime, and thus, she was alone in the barren wasteland of a world. Eventually more life came to the world, along with luscious nature. She enjoyed this significantly, until she found her touch burnt everything to ashes, and people saw her as a monster, and attempted to douse her wonderful orange flames with their fire, and she fled, wounded by their reaction to simply seeing her, and attempting to douse her everlasting flames. She eventually figured out how to take a form significantly similar to these humans, save for the fact her body was still incredibly hotter than theirs, but at least she wasn't killing everything, and nor were people attempting to kill her, but her feathers were already beginning to fade as she realized the cruel nature of these beings, who had attacked her occasionally despite her appearance, for even for her appearance once more, being quite the qt3.14, and to say the least, these guys didn't live after these occasions, and upon being seen in town from rumors, people eventually began to flee. She wandered miserably around this ever changing world, until the whole of it fell into an ice age, effectively killing most of the life once more, and it pained her to be outside in general, and she could not seek solace from the barrage of ice due to the fact that caves were long covered in the ice. She wandered through the world, miserably once more, but this time completely alone. Her feathers began to darken once more as she fell into depression, her flames waning but never going out as they darkened to a magnificent purple... and now here she is, currently wandering the new world once more in her pain, looking for some way to end it, as she wanders through the vast wasteland of the world, practically devoid of vegetation, and filled with odd evils.