Aoibheann Caoimhe Ó Ceallacháin-Dyre, eldest daughter of the prestigious Ó Ceallacháin-Dyre family, languished under the expectations of her family.
She was pretty. That was what they always told her; the constant yapping about her beauty, her divine beauty, it made her sick. Her father made plans to marry her off to some man she had never once met, and that was after years, and years of legions of suitors. Making their case not to Aoibheann, but to her father.
The lack of agency enraged Aoibheann. And so she sought to escape it all. Even if it meant agony. Even if it meant death.
She delved into dark rituals, to grant herself the power to take for herself that which she craved; independence. She completed such a ritual, a dark thing steeped in necromancy. It disfigured her horribly, stripping away flesh and shattering bone, rendering her a two-faced monster, a thing of flesh, and bone, and gristle, tied together with spite and negative planar energy. She was horrific, and her father, upon setting eyes upon her, nearly died, so shocked was he.
Aoibheann was elated.
Shunned. Disowned. Exiled. She left her home, and her family, with her head held high. She would not be a trophy bride, nor would she give praise to the wretched divinities that her beauty was so often attributed to. She would forge her own path, alone.
She would forge it...Beyond the Portal.