Aevum was browsing a new shop that had just recently opened with her friends as they celebrated her 25th birthday. It appeared to be an antique store of sorts, where many of the items claimed to have fantastical properties. Aevum however was not fooled by such descriptions, and figured the whole place was a giant scam and she went to leave, as her friends were. The owner however implored her to just pick one thing out, and he could prove to her that he was not scamming anyone. So she continued to browse as her friends waited outside, eventually coming across a completely unlabeled pocket watch she thought looked nice. She picked it up, and upon doing so, she felt hit by a sudden wave of exhaustion. She struggled to walk her way back over to the owner, and held the watch out weakly. The owner smiled in a sly manner, and simply said "Oh for you Madam, you can just take that for free. Consider it a senior discount…" Aevum, still very confused by how she was feeling, slowly made her way out of the store. Her friends looked over and saw an old woman they did not recognize exit, and they decided to move on. As one of them said she could catch up whenever she was done.

Aevum looked down at her hands, they appeared very withered and old. In her hand was the watch still, and she opened it up to see a clock and a number mechanically shown on a ticking display. Currently reading 80. It was then that reality began to set in as she realized that what she must have taken was some kind of cursed object. She would throw the watch as far away as her now elderly body would let her, and just as it would hit the ground, it would begin to rise back up and return right back to her, the chain attached to the watch embedding its end into her arm, forcing her to almost always keep it held in hand.

She desperately but slowly, began to make her way home needing to cross a fairly busy road in order to do so. A young man about her age prior to her predicament was nearby and he offered to assist her across, taking her hand as they made their way to the other side. She would look over at him again once they made it, now face to face with someone who looked much older than before they crossed. He would exclaim how oddly tiring that walk was, and head in a different direction seemingly unaware that she appeared to just affect him with the touch of her hand. She would keep both hands in her pockets the rest of the way home.

Once she arrived, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw a woman who looked just like her if she was very old. She looked at the pocket watch once more, and looked directly at the display reading eighty. She once more could feel the exhaustion overwhelm her, as she barely made it to her bed before collapsing and falling asleep. She would wake up hours later, discovering that she felt much better than before, the watch still attached to her, now reading thirty four. Aevum learning that each day, she would awaken at a different age. Not only that, but most things that she touched with her hands specifically would age and decay rapidly the longer she touches it.

Aevum would become very reclusive. Fearful of inflicting her curse onto any more people. She spent months marking the days, keeping track of her actual age while also tracking the age readings from her watch. She found that her lower limit was indeed twenty five, while the highest age she woke up as thus far was 134, and that day she has said was not pleasant. However she could only hide out for so long before things like bills needed to be paid for. Having no consistent identity to speak of physically. Aevum found it impossible to even go to work anymore, as much of the time she was unrecognizable as herself. But she couldn't think of anything she could do in a situation like hers. Eventually time came that money needed to be collected, and a man appeared at her door one day to collect her debts. He was callous and cold toward the elderly Aevum, demanding the money he needed to be given. Instinctively and without thinking she would extend her hands forward at him to push him away as he yelled at her. He then stumbled back and out the door of the home, Aevum would shut the door immediately. Still, even after this, she knew she had to find something for her to do or else others may show up as well. A few years would pass, and just as she was beginning to give up hope as her home became less and less habitable, she heard about a nearby battle Arena that was taking any and all those willing to register. Providing free accommodations to those who participate in battle.

Aevum would arrive, and after just a few accidental mishaps with registration staff. Aevum would be given a pair of special curse resistant gloves, allowing her to maintain normal function with her hands, but only while on Arena grounds. After her registration process was complete, she would arrive in time for teams beginning to form for the then upcoming Season 4 Boss Gauntlet. Where she would run into two individuals, one appeared to be dressed in some kind of big cloak and hood and the other, an older looking gentleman who kindly asked if she would be willing to join his team, extending a hand to shake.

Aevum extended her hand out to him. Looking into his eyes up close, she suddenly realized this person was the exact tax collector who she had evaded long ago. She knew it even more so because of the fact that he was so much older despite it only being a few years since it happened. Yet she was greatly confused as he was so much different than before. He didn't recognize her at all as her watch read twenty eight that day. So she was far from the old woman she appeared to be to him then. But he still was just so kind and shockingly soft spoken, as if he was the polar opposite from how he was before. Given these circumstances, Aevum felt it safe enough to join their team, finally glad to be some place where she can live somewhat more normally while also putting her curse to good use.