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🖤 Avaliena — Zombie Yuni

Avaliena was once a gentle Yuni who lived in the quiet lavender fields near Elger. She spent her days weaving flower crowns, caring for injured creatures, and believing—naively—that kindness was enough to keep the world soft.

But during the Night of Shattered Stars, when a cursed meteor fell and dark magic bled into the land, Avaliena stayed behind to help others escape. The magic consumed her body… but not her spirit.

She died.

And yet—she refused to leave.

When Avaliena rose again, her form was changed: stitched shadows, pale glow in her eyes, and a body held together by stubborn magic and will. The world saw a Zombie. A monster. Something broken.

But Avaliena remembered who she was.

Unlike other undead, she did not hunger for destruction. Instead, she wanders Marada as a guardian of lost souls, guiding abandoned pets, forgotten creatures, and misunderstood beings toward safety. Her presence is quiet but comforting—cold to the touch, yet strangely warm to the heart.

She believes that being broken does not mean being ruined.

Avaliena does not hide her scars. She wears them as proof that even after death, identity and compassion can survive. She exists between worlds—life and death, fear and hope—reminding Marada that survival itself can be an act of love.

“I did not come back wrong,” Avaliena whispers.
“I came back changed.”

Frostix
Avaliena the Zombie Yuni
16 years, 5 months & 27 days OldBorn 13th Aug 2009 09:32

🖤 Avaliena — Zombie Yuni

Avaliena was once a gentle Yuni who lived in the quiet lavender fields near Elger. She spent her days weaving flower crowns, caring for injured creatures, and believing—naively—that kindness was enough to keep the world soft.

But during the Night of Shattered Stars, when a cursed meteor fell and dark magic bled into the land, Avaliena stayed behind to help others escape. The magic consumed her body… but not her spirit.

She died.

And yet—she refused to leave.

When Avaliena rose again, her form was changed: stitched shadows, pale glow in her eyes, and a body held together by stubborn magic and will. The world saw a Zombie. A monster. Something broken.

But Avaliena remembered who she was.

Unlike other undead, she did not hunger for destruction. Instead, she wanders Marada as a guardian of lost souls, guiding abandoned pets, forgotten creatures, and misunderstood beings toward safety. Her presence is quiet but comforting—cold to the touch, yet strangely warm to the heart.

She believes that being broken does not mean being ruined.

Avaliena does not hide her scars. She wears them as proof that even after death, identity and compassion can survive. She exists between worlds—life and death, fear and hope—reminding Marada that survival itself can be an act of love.

“I did not come back wrong,” Avaliena whispers.
“I came back changed.”