The Iconic Necromancer: Anita

(Art by me, Cerin @dungeonmemester)

Age: 15

Race: Human

Deity: Boccob (neutral god of magic)

Familiar: Autumn, the Ghostly Visage

Alignment: Neutral Evil. Anita recognizes the law as a default way to behave on a day-to-day basis (especially in social interaction), and follows some rules of her own when it comes to her practice of necromancy and commanding her growing army of undead. However, she casts the law aside to do as she pleases just as easily and as frequently. She has a “the rules apply more to you than they do to me” sort of attitude. She is fascinated with death, and is a sadist who enjoys killing and watching people suffer.

History: Though young, Anita is a prodigy necromancer. Surrounded by death and negative energy her entire life, she has taken to the dark arts with great enthusiasm - at first out of necessity, and then out of unhealthy obsession. When Anita was six years old, she was orphaned when her parents were murdered in their sleep. Afterwords, she lived in an orphanage for just under a year. She was found to be a very stubborn, vain, and violent child. Anita was handed off to an insane asylum half out of concern for her behavior, and half because the careless orphanage stewardess just wanted to be rid of her.

Instead of actual help, Anita was introduced to the horrors of medieval medicine in the asylum. Not everybody can afford to have a cleric come around everyday casting healing magic, nor is one always available to hire in the first place. Unfortunately, Anita found herself in such a place where her stewards relied on the mundane remedies of the times. Leaching, induced vomiting, two holes drilled into her skull, purging, and being force-fed blood or bile were only some of the “treatments”  forced upon her. Not only were these treatments backwards and outdated, but her “caretakers” were as well. Anita has Grandiose Delusions (GD), which was never diagnosed or addressed by her therapists. It is uncertain if she developed GD before or during her stay at the asylum, but in any case it only grew worse as she spent three years in solitary confinement.

Anita most certainly would have died in the asylum. The terrors she withstood were far to much for one so young to handle. However, Anita has what is called a tomb-tainted soul. This means that, despite still being a living creature, she is healed by negative energy as if she were undead (and inversely, damaged by positive energy). As terrible an institution as it was, the asylum was a cesspool festering with negative energy, which kept her alive through her torment. Though she lived, the asylum still left its mark on her body. Anita is a very thin and sickly looking girl. After three years, the asylum mysteriously caught fire and burned down. Anita escaped, and left to pursue her biggest ambition.

Anita’s GD convinces her of the delusion that she is destined to become the undisputed queen and goddess of the undead. She is incredibly vain, seeing herself as only a step away from a true deity - a step she intends to take. Irrationally confident in her abilities, she has trouble cooperating with others. She finds the undead much easier to get along with, as they never question her authority. To her, the gods of death like Nerull or Vecna are more like sibling figures or role models. She is not the type of person to worship the gods very devoutly, but of all the gods she reveres Boccob, the god of magic, the most; as magic is one of the most important tools that will facilitate her rise to godhood.

However, Anita’s mental illness does not define her. Yes, it is a big part of who she is, but she is also an impressionable young girl who hates wearing socks and loves to go swimming (even if she isn’t very good at it). She spends hours brushing her hair each morning, as she reasons in order to think straight, you have to keep your hair straight. Anita is a sadist who enjoys watching people die, and is fascinated by the brief moment just as someone passes from this world to the next. She loves researching different cultures’ burial rituals. She is a bit forgetful, and tends to either forget to eat or gorge herself. She loves sugary foods the most, and she has a deep respect for the performance arts.

She named her ghostly visage, Autumn, after her favorite time of the year as the plants begin to die and turn beautiful colors.

(Lesson learned, kiddos: Mental asylums are bad and that’s why we don’t have them anymore. And no, I don’t just mean medieval ones with medicine based on the four humors. The mentally ill need compassion, not solitary confinement.)

Signature Powers: Tomb-Tainted Soul, Charnel Touch

Signature Spell: Spectral Hand

Signature Weapon: Scythe


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the signs as all the songs from BADLANDS (deluxe) with lyrics

Aries: Hold Me Down
“My demons are begging me to open my mouth, I need them mechanically to make the words come out… they fight me, vigorous and angry, watch me pounce, ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about… I sold my soul to a three-piece, and he told me I was holy, he’s got me down on both my knees, but it’s the devil that’s tryna hold me down…”

Taurus: Ghost/Castle
“I don’t like them innocent, I don’t want no face fresh, want them wearing leather, begging ‘let me be your taste test’, I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies, kiss me in the corridor, quick to tell me goodbye… you say that you’re no good for me, but I’m always tugging at your sleeve and I swear I hate you when you leave, but I like it anyway…”

“I’m headed straight for the castle, they wanna make me their queen, and there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying that I probably shouldn’t be so mean… I’m headed straight for the castle, they’ve got the kingdom locked up, and there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut…”

Gemini: New Americana
“Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles, just what you’d expect inside her new Balenciaga… vile romance, turned dreams into an empire, self-made success now she rolls with our Rockefellers… survival of the richest, the city’s ours until the fall, they’re Monaco and Hamptons bound but we don’t feel like outsiders at all.”

Cancer: Haunting
“I was as pure as a river, but now I think I’m possessed… you put a fever inside me, and I’ve been cold since you left.
I’ve got a boyfriend now and he’s made of gold, and you’ve got your own mistakes in a bed at home, I’m hoping you could save me now but you break and fold, you’ve got a fire inside but your heart’s so cold.”

Leo: Young God
“He says, “Oh, baby girl, you know we’re gonna be legends, I’m the king and you’re the queen and we will stumble through heaven, if there’s a light at the end, it’s just the sun in your eyes, I know you wanna go to heaven but you’re human tonight.”

Virgo: Hurricane
“There’s a place way down in Bed Stuy, where a boy lives behind bricks, he’s got an eye for girls of eighteen, and he turns them out like tricks… I went down to a place in Bed Stuy, a little liquor on my lips, I let him climb inside my body and held him captive in my kiss.”

Libra: Coming Down
“I’ve got a lover, a love like religion, I’m such a fool for sacrifice… it’s coming down down, coming down, it’s coming down down, coming down. I’ve got a lover and I’m unforgiven, I’m such a fool to pay this price… it’s coming down down, coming down, it’s coming down down, coming down.”

Scorpio: Roman Holiday/Strange Love
“Do you remember the taste of my lips that night I stole a bit of my mother’s perfume, ‘cause I remember when my father put his fist through the wall that separated the dining room, and I remember the fear in your eyes the very first time we snuck into the city pool, late December with my heart in my chest, and the clouds of my breath… didn’t know where we were running to, but don’t look back.”

“Everybody’s waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name, or put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me… and everybody wants to know about how it felt to make you scream, they know you walk like a god, they can’t believe I made you weak.”

Sagittarius: Drive
“All we do is drive, all we do is think about the feelings we hide, all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign, sick and full of pride, all we do is drive. And California never felt like home to me, and California never felt like home, and California never felt like home to me until I had you on the open road and now we’re singing.”

Capricorn: Control
“I paced around for hours, on empty, I jumped at the slightest of sounds and I couldn’t stand the person inside me, I turned all the mirrors around… I’m bigger than my body, I’m colder than this home, I’m meaner than my demons, I’m bigger than these bones…. and all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me,” I can’t help this awful energy, goddamn right, you should be scared of me, who is in control?”

Aquarius: I Walk the Line
“I keep a close watch on this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide open all the time, I keep the ends out for the tie that binds… because you’re mine, I walk the line. I find it very, very easy to be true, I find myself alone when each day is through, yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you…”

Pisces: Gasoline/Colors
“And all the people say, “you can’t wake up, this is not a dream, you’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, with your face all made up, living on a screen, low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.” I think there’s a flaw in my code… these voices won’t leave me alone. Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold…”

“Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so, you said your mother only smiled on her TV show, you’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope, I hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old… you’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink, you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece, and now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink…”


Joël texts Anita in between serving customers. Tomorrow he’s going to pick up Jared and he wants five minutes with Anita to discuss their upcoming camping trip. Anita texts back: It’s fine. .I have no problem with it at all. I’m sure you’ll both have a great time. There’s nothing to discuss.
Joël grips his phone tight and stabs at the screen. His text reads: There’s LOTS to discuss. I have to tell you all the stuff he needs to bring. A tent, a sleeping bag, cooking utensils…
Anita suggests that he text her a list.
Joël texts back: I want to talk to you. Not text. Why can’t I talk to you?
No response. After several minutes he tries to ring her. Her phone’s switched off. Her contrived absence is stupid and unnecessary and annoys him greatly, like a pebble stuck in his shoe.