✱     SO         AT ONE POINT THERE IS A WOMAN, spat out of ruin. So at one point this woman is alive all by herself, needing, helpless. She raises her voice and asks for aid because this helplessness surpasses the reach of her two hands.
She calls and calls and no one comes.She understands. Oh. I see. There is just me, forever.I am as free as one can be.

✱     THINGS CERTAIN.        

✱     MATTERS OF FLESH.        

✱     some person.         Laugh well, laugh true. Many things can be said of Heysel but the very first one has to be: Heysel is a woman who loves life, its taste, its color, and the fullness of it she tries to hold so tight between her arms. Light-spirited, full of smiles and sparks, she is someone who can find something fun in every situation, and a sliver of good in any individual. Her approach to existence is a relentlessly positive one: we are here to briefly enjoy ourselves doing beautiful things with other beautiful people. Or maybe not beautiful things.✱     red blood.         The world is a wonderful ripe fruit for you and she to bite into. The world is also full of terrible curdled things and worse, worse people. There can be awfulness. There can be hurt. Bite regardless. Heysel is not afraid of either and Heysel can easily be one of either. To be alive alongside others is to accept that if there is pleasure there will be pain as well; it's the risk of extending your hand to touch another. And if there is malice to be had, she thinks, then let us give and receive it, wholly and well. Come. Gorge yourself on it. You wouldn't shy away from bliss. You shouldn't shy away from this, too. It might be right or it might be wrong. The thing is: it's connection. Intimacy. Bonding from the heart and from the entrails. It's good. She likes it. Do you?
What does this say of you? Don't overthink it. I have a joke for the situation.✱     chameleon.         Oh, and before you go ahead- don't think her false, per se. She likes humor, and she likes deflecting, and she likes lying out of uncomplicated mischief; and loves the smoke and loves the mirror; and it's not you, please, remember this. Heysel just wishes to be known and never be known both. She's just human. If you feel her twist eel-quick in your grasp when you ask a question don't believe her feelings to be born of attempted deception too. Those tend to be true. Surely you understand.

A summary: oftentimes her story begins with her death, and return. Every and each time the world leaves her behind. Each time, then, she says, I know no tethers at all. I shall love fully and hurt fully. And none will be able to close their hands around me. I am the ghost that sings.

❛ VERSE : the finger.

A xanthous scholar and devotee of Rosaria, Yellowfinger Heysel is one of the Fingers, undead invaders who mutilate the tongues of those they defeat in combat so that they might be offered to their goddess. You might find this distasteful. It's quite fine. Just remember that this is a land that has forgotten death, and that it's no sin to enjoy one's duty.

❛ VERSE : the hunter.

Somewhere the woman who will become kin does not find the group with which she'd learn how to unshape herself into something alien, and instead remains a humble hunter, working for Yharnam's church as tomb prospector. This is that somewhere. Cigarillo between her fangs, uniform over her skin, the outsider named Heysel tries her best to live a regular life within a city that loves her not at all, nor has anything of regular. In the privacy of her home she prays to what god is willing to listen. Oedon is. Oedon hears. And he with his immense formless love bestows a gift upon her, this nobody: his attention.

❛ VERSE : the assassin.

In the Lands Between lies Sellia, town of sorcery, nest of arcane assassins, one of which named Heysel, then named Goldfinch, once she acquired the leather armor that marked her as killer- then barely Heysel, again, when death claimed her and returned her Tarnished, far too late. A gravity sorceress, a walker of the places between realities, a scorpion and a liar: all work to describe this participant to the divinely mandated quest for the Throne. Because she does wish to fix the world. But she schemes, in secrecy. Sacrifices and slips like a shadow. She has a plan. Perhaps you can help.

❛ VERSE : the sea revenant.

Black-eyed, shark-mouthed: the typical traits of a sea revenant, undead animated by the lucky grace of a whalefall god known as the Leviathan, and the traits of Heysel, too. The sight of her seaweed cloak and harpoon can only inspire dread in a sailor: for the sea revenants are eaters of soul, and instinct guides them towards disaster before it can happen, too late too prevent it. She is not cruel, she'd say. It's just where she must be, and what she must do.

❛ VERSE : the kin.

A woman comes to Yharnam to heal herself from the illness that longed to take her life. The woman lives. The woman remains, stranger in a strange town. But she's lucky enough to find people who have finer goals than just enduring in this city graced by the presence of things beyond human comprehension, and so, with grand delight, sheds her skin to become Kin- an arcane tentacled shapeshifter, blue of skin, folded most often in the shape of what she was. We wouldn't want the population to be more frightened than it is, now, would we?

❛ VERSE : the great one.

Reach higher. Leave all behind.
The kin that was Heysel at once managed to attain the impossible: the very last push needed to fully transform into something larger. Now untethered by every limit, the newly born almost-god flows between stars and realities, gleeful, endless. Her name is Syzygy.
(But she still remembers her home. Call. She will come.)

❛ VERSE : the molded.

E-SERIES WEAPONIZED ASSET "HEYSEL" DOCUMENT. Found within the Baker house following the ████ events, subject Heysel became focus of special observation when scientists deployed on site, first fascinated by its unusal look, were approached by the Molded with what seemed an attempt at communication. Dr ████ ██ states it drew closer to her instruments with "interest", then proceeded to try and vocalize to her, without any success- only to then mutate its appearance to that of a human woman. While the new form did not help with communication, the seemingly innate shapeshifting abilities were considered enough to pursue capture and research.