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A T A L E O F A P R I N C E S S
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H I R O K I H I R O M I T S U
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Human:
Name:
Suzuki "Suzie" Takada
Age:
12
Appearance:
Personality:
Bright eyed and cheery. Those are the four words that best describe Suzie. Many people find her very friendly, and it's true to say that she can be a bit of a social butterfly. This is because she is optimistic and sees only the good in other people. However, sometimes, her soft focus and naïveté can stumble her into trouble. Suzie is also a bit on the young side and still learning to control her childish impulses. Nonetheless, she is always ready for a good adventure and learning new things.
History:
Originally born in the country and having parents who were both school teachers, Suzie was assumed under the bubble of a free environment that encouraged learning and keeping an open mind to the beauty of the world around her. She was taught to enjoy the simplicities of life. However, when her younger brother was born, her father took a higher paying job in Tokyo to allow her mother more time with the baby, and her family took on a new adventure of city life.
City life was much different, but all Suzie could see were the exciting new ways that she would be able to adjust. The older students had fancier gadgets and more independent hairstyles. The clothes was also much more thought provoking than what the folks in the country wore. She thought the flowers in the fields were much lovelier, but still, there was a curiosity she could not quite shake for the less traditionally minded city dwellers.
It was in elementary school when one of her friends gave her a Digivice Toy for her birthday. It was bright yellow and looked like something the former-country girl needed in order to "fit-in." The following year, her friend moved to across the city and began attending a different school, but her gift has still remained a solid foundation of Suzie's past time. She became more interested in caring for Kudamon and learning more about the Digital World than she did exploring the city. There wasn't much to explore in the city, anyways. It was just concrete and more concrete. Plus, it helped keep her mother together when her baby brother needed all of the attention.
Of course, with all of this said, a sunny day is never something to be missed, unless this new Omniphone proved her otherwise.
Other:
Despite being friendly and cheerful, Suzie only keeps her family and Kudamon close to her heart.
Digimon:
Name:
Kudamon
Appearance:
Stage Type:
Child
Personality:
Kudamon has a calm, cool, and collected personality, conducting a precise assessment of the situation even in combat, and attaining the advantage in battle.
D.N.A.:
Digitoys, digifood and other play things for the digital monster. It was really just a child’s game.
Other:
N/A
Digivolution Line:
Pafumon
Puff Balloon - Inhales air to expand body three times its size and releases air for a quick escape.
Kyaromon
Tail Swing - Puts all its strength into striking the opponent with its tail.
Kudamon
Bullet Whirlwind - Spins around in the air and slams into the enemy with its Holy Cartridge.
Tailmon (X-Antibody)
Cat Punch - Punches at the enemy with its powerful claws at lightning speed.
Holy Chime - Rings it’s chime intensely, which drives off evil Digimon.
Angewomon (X-Antibody)
Grand Holy Arrow - Transfers powers from surrounding elements and releases it as an arrow.
Heaven’s Charm - A deadly ray of light, which is packed with beauty and affection, demonstrating its strongest effacy against evil powers of Digimon.
Holydramon (X-Antibody)
Holy Flame - Shoots a spiral of holy fire from its mouth.
Ulforce V-dramon (X-Antibody)
Shining V Force - Fires a ray of energy from the massive V on its chest.
Ulforce Saber - Generates a beam-sword weapon from its right wrist.
Dragon Impulse - Surrounds itself in an aura of energy shaped like a dragon,
then rams against target, unleashing its Ulforce Saber, slashing with full power.
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Yasmin Jameel, 24
165.1 cm / 51.25 km
R E L I G I O N : Religion
F L A W : Flaw
V I R T U E : Virtue
165.1 cm / 51.25 km
R E L I G I O N : Religion
F L A W : Flaw
V I R T U E : Virtue
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Include information about your character's flaw(s) and virtue(s).
A R M O R & W E A P O N R Y
Pictures are optional.
S K I L L S
List and explain five.
Character's Backstory and reason for searching for the New Jerusalem.
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B A S I C S
N A M E
Freya
N I C K N A M E (S)
Frey, Patch
A G E
21
G E N D E R
Female
S E X U A L I T Y
Not interested
N A M E
Freya
N I C K N A M E (S)
Frey, Patch
A G E
21
G E N D E R
Female
S E X U A L I T Y
Not interested
A P P E A R A N C E
N I C K N A M E (S)
5'6"
W E I G H T
127 Pounds
E Y E C O L O R
Brown
H A I R C O L O R , L E N G T H , & T E X T U R E
Brown, short, thick and straight
N I C K N A M E (S)
5'6"
W E I G H T
127 Pounds
E Y E C O L O R
Brown
H A I R C O L O R , L E N G T H , & T E X T U R E
Brown, short, thick and straight
S K I N D E T A I L S
Smooth and pale but tarnished with a constant blush of the outdoors
Smooth and pale but tarnished with a constant blush of the outdoors
C L O T H I N G
A bulky dark gray jacket dusted by wear and tear. It covers her body like a cloak and has saved her from a knife fight more than once or twice. It was given to her by her uncle. In fact, it was his until the day he died. It has heavy cuffs and sturdy pockets for tough play. She has never had to replace a button it, and more than likely, it will outlive her, like it did its previous owner.
Beneath her jacket is a neutral colored shirt. It blends into the earth and does not cling to her body, like the rest of her clothes. Often, she is mistaken for a man or a teenage boy, as she does not allow her femininity to shine, as she sees it as a severe weakness.
Freya usually wears a pair of dark trousers. The knees are roughed and patched and the material is heavy duty. They have various forms of pockets, with useful gadgets and weaponry inside of them. A belt holds them together amongst other things like her favorite knife. Slung around her torso is her chest holster. It carries her handy-dandy mighty gun. She never goes anywhere without it. It's saved her more times than she can remember, and Freya has a long, sharp memory, which has made her quick knife particularly jealous.
Her boots are clunky, but they are ready to endure any terrain and keep her feet and lower calves from getting hurt. It takes extra muscle to maneuver in them, but the outcome is far more pristine. Inside her right boot, she carries a dagger for convenience sake.
Last but not least, Freya has an eyepatch over her left eye. She lost her eye in an explosion when she was only three years of age. The incident earned her the endearing nickname of "Patch." Due to the lifelong tragedy, she has little to no recollection of what it was like to use two eyes and has adjusted accordingly. Her remaining eye is like that of a hawk, to many other's surprising dismay. (And, if need be, she could make a bullseye with her eyes closed.)
Beneath her jacket is a neutral colored shirt. It blends into the earth and does not cling to her body, like the rest of her clothes. Often, she is mistaken for a man or a teenage boy, as she does not allow her femininity to shine, as she sees it as a severe weakness.
Freya usually wears a pair of dark trousers. The knees are roughed and patched and the material is heavy duty. They have various forms of pockets, with useful gadgets and weaponry inside of them. A belt holds them together amongst other things like her favorite knife. Slung around her torso is her chest holster. It carries her handy-dandy mighty gun. She never goes anywhere without it. It's saved her more times than she can remember, and Freya has a long, sharp memory, which has made her quick knife particularly jealous.
Her boots are clunky, but they are ready to endure any terrain and keep her feet and lower calves from getting hurt. It takes extra muscle to maneuver in them, but the outcome is far more pristine. Inside her right boot, she carries a dagger for convenience sake.
Last but not least, Freya has an eyepatch over her left eye. She lost her eye in an explosion when she was only three years of age. The incident earned her the endearing nickname of "Patch." Due to the lifelong tragedy, she has little to no recollection of what it was like to use two eyes and has adjusted accordingly. Her remaining eye is like that of a hawk, to many other's surprising dismay. (And, if need be, she could make a bullseye with her eyes closed.)
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Kill or be killed. Always shoot first. Never aim a gun at anything not intended to be destroyed. To be blunt, Freya is serious and stoic. Although, she has a sense of humor, it is not for the faint of heart. Paint it black and keep it as macabre as real life is. Freya prefers not to sugar coat her words in a world with no remorse. There is little room for mistake, and she has scars to prove it.
Underneath her thick skin, there are a few tokens of trust. She invests them sparingly. In the meantime, Freya keeps a sharp eye on her surroundings. Any loss is a waste of life, and she would prefer to keep her neck alive, which means if she is going out on a limb for anyone, they more than earned her loyalty. They earned her life, which is the most important asset she owns. Without it, she is nothing.
Freya likes to believe she is not a fearful animal, but if she was to be honest with herself, she would have to say her fear of death drives her wit. It pushes her past her limits. It’s her reason for appreciating life. In a world ruled by darkness, there is no falling into despair or regret. If the opposite of death is life, then by all means, Freya wants whatever it is that she has to endure to be alive.
Underneath her thick skin, there are a few tokens of trust. She invests them sparingly. In the meantime, Freya keeps a sharp eye on her surroundings. Any loss is a waste of life, and she would prefer to keep her neck alive, which means if she is going out on a limb for anyone, they more than earned her loyalty. They earned her life, which is the most important asset she owns. Without it, she is nothing.
Freya likes to believe she is not a fearful animal, but if she was to be honest with herself, she would have to say her fear of death drives her wit. It pushes her past her limits. It’s her reason for appreciating life. In a world ruled by darkness, there is no falling into despair or regret. If the opposite of death is life, then by all means, Freya wants whatever it is that she has to endure to be alive.
B A C K G R O U N D
C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S
N/A
C U R R E N T L O C A T I O N
The Echo Desert
C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S
N/A
C U R R E N T L O C A T I O N
The Echo Desert
H I S T O R Y
Born only a few years before the disaster, Freya has few memories of what it was like to live in a world not subject to the chaos. This means she has few memories of her parents, as they ended up perishing during the reversal, and she found herself being raised by her mother's younger brother. He was a tough man who had trained in the military as a General, with secret access. He taught her what he knew in order to keep both of them alive. Alongside her uncle were other former military personnel who grouped together to make their own township. Freya sees most of them as family and has become closer to them since her uncle's death several years ago.
Currently, Freya resides on the outskirts of society, making continual contact with several trusted allies. Most of them are people who knew her uncle. However, she has managed to create her own personal network. She hunts game and men alike, looking out for her own skin rather than anyone else's. The more the merrier never settled well with her. Even those she refers to as family, she keeps an arm's distance, hardwired for survival rather than cohabitating with anyone else. However, recently, she has seen a need to change. Living alone has its perks, but there is a reason her uncle remained loyal to a group of people and did not settle on his own. Slowly Freya is realizing she needs to make the same choice.
Currently, Freya resides on the outskirts of society, making continual contact with several trusted allies. Most of them are people who knew her uncle. However, she has managed to create her own personal network. She hunts game and men alike, looking out for her own skin rather than anyone else's. The more the merrier never settled well with her. Even those she refers to as family, she keeps an arm's distance, hardwired for survival rather than cohabitating with anyone else. However, recently, she has seen a need to change. Living alone has its perks, but there is a reason her uncle remained loyal to a group of people and did not settle on his own. Slowly Freya is realizing she needs to make the same choice.
S K I L L S
Systema, gunmanship, knifeplay, bribery, resolute
Systema, gunmanship, knifeplay, bribery, resolute
O T H E R
Freya has a small charm that belonged to her mother. It's a tainted, heart-shaped locket with a scuffed picture of her grandparents. This is her totem.
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A U R O R A D Y E W Y N N
W A T C H B I R T H A N D D E A T H :
T H E L O T U S H A S A L R E A D Y
O P E N E D I T S F L O W E R .
P S Y C H O L O G Y
F E M A L E ⋆ L I G H T E L F
423 ⋆ 5'8 ⋆ 1 2 0 L B S
W H I T E H A I R ⋆ W H I T E E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N
423 ⋆ 5'8 ⋆ 1 2 0 L B S
W H I T E H A I R ⋆ W H I T E E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N
L I K E S
D I S L I K E S
F E A R S
Q U I R K S
⋆ Serenity
⋆ Friendship
⋆ Truth
⋆ Friendship
⋆ Truth
D I S L I K E S
⋆ Chaos
⋆ Quarrels
⋆ Lies
⋆ Quarrels
⋆ Lies
F E A R S
⋆ Fighting
⋆ Providing Harm
⋆ Dark Magic
⋆ Providing Harm
⋆ Dark Magic
Q U I R K S
⋆ Bashful & Timid upon first meeting
⋆ Too honest at times
⋆ Hums religious hymns to ease herself
⋆ Too honest at times
⋆ Hums religious hymns to ease herself
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Trained as a spiritual advisor, Aurora has a quiet but dutiful demeanor. She is seen as kind as she is reserved towards expressing her own feelings and opinions. She enjoys peace and tries to settle any disagreement before aggression arises. Therefore, the elf prefers offering fundamental truths as opposed to unintentionally inviting any hesitation or dispute into a discussion. However, if need be, she is the first to offer herself as a sacrifice in any quarrel.
Her will is patient, and even in a spar of any sort, Aurora remains calm and collective. She is generally slow in reacting, as she tries to avoid fights at all cost and considers the well-being of all involved. Her innocent face of worriment is a bold statement of how she humbly cares for those who are not herself. She does not wish to even think ill of her enemies. However, when she must defend a companion, she will honorably pursue her duty.
Aurora is seen as an easy target, but her wisdom provides for a way of life that guides her away from atrocities. Her charm is enchanting but never used in a dishonorable fashion. It speaks to the good in other creatures and can often times be ignored by the omens of others. Nonetheless, her foresight ought not to be dismissed, even by the most powerful.
In everything, Aurora cherishes life as she does all creatures as she takes not just her life but the life of those around her very seriously. For this reason, she tends to keep an arms distance from many others but is well appreciated and cautiously friendly towards all. Occasionally, she will engage in light-hearted whims. Her humor is sensitive and often causes a shy blush when pushed to react. In these moments, Aurora keeps them safeguarded in her memory, not taking them for granted.
Her will is patient, and even in a spar of any sort, Aurora remains calm and collective. She is generally slow in reacting, as she tries to avoid fights at all cost and considers the well-being of all involved. Her innocent face of worriment is a bold statement of how she humbly cares for those who are not herself. She does not wish to even think ill of her enemies. However, when she must defend a companion, she will honorably pursue her duty.
Aurora is seen as an easy target, but her wisdom provides for a way of life that guides her away from atrocities. Her charm is enchanting but never used in a dishonorable fashion. It speaks to the good in other creatures and can often times be ignored by the omens of others. Nonetheless, her foresight ought not to be dismissed, even by the most powerful.
In everything, Aurora cherishes life as she does all creatures as she takes not just her life but the life of those around her very seriously. For this reason, she tends to keep an arms distance from many others but is well appreciated and cautiously friendly towards all. Occasionally, she will engage in light-hearted whims. Her humor is sensitive and often causes a shy blush when pushed to react. In these moments, Aurora keeps them safeguarded in her memory, not taking them for granted.
B A C K G R O U N D
O C C U P A T I O N
Spiritual Advisor
L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
M O T H E R
Forsythia Dyewynn
B R O T H E R
Rowan Dyewynn
Forsythia Dyewynn
B R O T H E R
Rowan Dyewynn
D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
F A T H E R
Claderith Dyewynn
Claderith Dyewynn
C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S
TBA
C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)
None
C U R R E N T E Q U I P M E N T
Cloak, Staff of Ara, small pouch of potions and herbs, religious magic book, enchanted earring to help enhance hearing.
H I S T O R Y
Born of two elves, who both worked as safeguards for the royal court of the Sun Kingdom. Her mother was a dutiful maid, and her father was a spiritual advisor to the royal court. Aurora’s father Claderith Dyewynn was a much older elf, believing to keep his wisdom and clairvoyance through celibacy and chastity. He never let his mind wander into romantic territories until he slowly softened his heart to Aurora’s mother Forsythia.
Forsythia bore Claderith two children. One son Rowan and later a daughter Aurora. Both were raised within the Sun Kingdom’s walls, and both have devoted their lives to continuing their servitude inside these royal grounds. Rowan decided to serve in the military with his horse Cephal. His knowledge and studies of archery and combat serve the kingdom well. On the other hand, Aurora was born blind and was there was great fear she would lead a crippled life. However, what she lacked physically, she more than compensated in wisdom and holy insight.
Aurora was trained to be sensitive, not just to the heart of others but to the world around her. She can hear her surroundings and make accurate judgements on her whereabouts. If it were not for the white clouds shading her pupils, her grave and ease of movement can be thought as that of an elf with her site.
Her lack of sight causes her to be less prone to worldly desires, and for such a reason, her studies, which follow the footsteps of her father as a spiritual advisor, have come more naturally for her than most. She began at an early age, having taken interest in other worldly duties due to her differences among the other eight elves. She has inherited the mindful duty of her father, letting little cease her interaction with the spiritual world. From her mother, she has inherited a tender touch and humble nature.
Forsythia bore Claderith two children. One son Rowan and later a daughter Aurora. Both were raised within the Sun Kingdom’s walls, and both have devoted their lives to continuing their servitude inside these royal grounds. Rowan decided to serve in the military with his horse Cephal. His knowledge and studies of archery and combat serve the kingdom well. On the other hand, Aurora was born blind and was there was great fear she would lead a crippled life. However, what she lacked physically, she more than compensated in wisdom and holy insight.
Aurora was trained to be sensitive, not just to the heart of others but to the world around her. She can hear her surroundings and make accurate judgements on her whereabouts. If it were not for the white clouds shading her pupils, her grave and ease of movement can be thought as that of an elf with her site.
Her lack of sight causes her to be less prone to worldly desires, and for such a reason, her studies, which follow the footsteps of her father as a spiritual advisor, have come more naturally for her than most. She began at an early age, having taken interest in other worldly duties due to her differences among the other eight elves. She has inherited the mindful duty of her father, letting little cease her interaction with the spiritual world. From her mother, she has inherited a tender touch and humble nature.
C O M B A T A N D M A G I C
F I T N E S S L E V E L
She is thin without much showing muscle. Not necessarily out of shape, but not one to herald in athletics. Her stamina is decent, as she can walk a long distance and jog a shorter distance.
P H Y S I C A L S T R E N G T H
She is is sturdy and can lift a small amount of weight, weighing less than another Elf-like creature.
P H Y S I C A L W E A K N E S S E S
Her blind eyes cause a worthy dilemma, despite her sharp hearing and awareness of surroundings. Blocking quick sudden attacks is a sure way to defeat Aurora. Her balance is relatively well-off, but her blind disposition does cause a disturbance when struck or balancing on a thin object.
W E A P O N S
Staff of Ara
A magical staff that heralds magic and the like.
A magical staff that heralds magic and the like.
H A N D - T O - H A N D C O M B A T
N/A
Y E A R S O F M A G I C
420
B E S T A B I L I T Y
Foresight
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P R I N C E F E L I X C A M I L I A
T H E R E ' S N O R E A L M A G I C I N T H I S W O R L D ,
O N L Y L O V E - T H E R E S T I S J U S T S M O K E A N D M I R R O R S .
P S Y C H O L O G Y
M A L E ⋆ P R I N C E
2 3 ⋆ 6 ' 2 " ⋆ 1 7 0 L B S
B L O N D E H A I R ⋆ G R E E N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N
2 3 ⋆ 6 ' 2 " ⋆ 1 7 0 L B S
B L O N D E H A I R ⋆ G R E E N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N
L I K E S
D I S L I K E S
F E A R S
⋆ Reading (Politics)
⋆ Rapier
⋆ Tea
⋆ Rapier
⋆ Tea
D I S L I K E S
⋆ Inconstance
⋆ Skirmishes
⋆ Remission
⋆ Skirmishes
⋆ Remission
F E A R S
⋆ Disrespect
⋆ Romance
⋆ Sedition
⋆ Romance
⋆ Sedition
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Vain but not always pompous; clever but not always well-informed; polite but not always engaging; intelligent but not always rational; Felix has the wit to overcome his odds and remain stealthy in his inhibitions. He is a tall man with a beautiful complexion; his keen presence invites respect, honor, and duty; his engagement encourages power and political alliances; his manner promotes vigor and gentleness. However, perfect the man is not.
He is at odds with his moral values. While he entertains the importance of duty, he fails to feel enjoyment in the fruition of the act; while he continues the game of strategy and tactics, he fails to excel for the lust of life; while he is well-read and studied, his ignorance can stop him from completely occupying his relationships; while he is meticulously dressed and mannered, his idle interest in the opposite gender cause for curiosity and and skepticism; while sharp and amusing, his droll sense of involvement leans towards intricacy and dispassion.
It is evident that he protects his position with loyalty. For, despite all his foibles, Felix is adamant to keep the honor of his duty at large, even if it means breaking some of himself to make ends meet. A protective sense of brotherhood has been extended to his family, and for this reason, he would never break any internal strife to anyone but himself in fear of upsetting the status quo. An example of such is the following: he is currently engaged for political opportunism, and while he finds nothing less interesting than the prospect of his future wife, he continues his due diligence while working inside the subject matter. It is safe to say, the man is guarded by more than just royal subjects.
He is at odds with his moral values. While he entertains the importance of duty, he fails to feel enjoyment in the fruition of the act; while he continues the game of strategy and tactics, he fails to excel for the lust of life; while he is well-read and studied, his ignorance can stop him from completely occupying his relationships; while he is meticulously dressed and mannered, his idle interest in the opposite gender cause for curiosity and and skepticism; while sharp and amusing, his droll sense of involvement leans towards intricacy and dispassion.
It is evident that he protects his position with loyalty. For, despite all his foibles, Felix is adamant to keep the honor of his duty at large, even if it means breaking some of himself to make ends meet. A protective sense of brotherhood has been extended to his family, and for this reason, he would never break any internal strife to anyone but himself in fear of upsetting the status quo. An example of such is the following: he is currently engaged for political opportunism, and while he finds nothing less interesting than the prospect of his future wife, he continues his due diligence while working inside the subject matter. It is safe to say, the man is guarded by more than just royal subjects.
B A C K G R O U N D
O C C U P A T I O N
Prince
L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
F A T H E R
King Alexandre Camilia
M O T H E R
Queen Rosa Camilia
S I S T E R
Princess Beatrice Camilia
King Alexandre Camilia
M O T H E R
Queen Rosa Camilia
S I S T E R
Princess Beatrice Camilia
D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
N / A
-
-
C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S
TBA
C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)
F I A N C E
Lady Thea Smithwood
Lady Thea Smithwood
H I S T O R Y
Praised as the first son but second child of the Camilia lineage, Felix was pampered, groomed, and raised in the finest. His palette is lauded his seriousness for his position in society. This seriousness began at a young age for him, which began with his learning to read and spell before his time. His inquisitiveness guaranteed him an intellect well beyond his age, and when he practiced swordsmanship, it was evident that the level-headed boy had athleticism and patience to match his smarts. Alongside his noble older sister, Princess Beatrice, Felix was the pride of the Camilia family.
His reputation proceeded him as the aforementioned qualities, which made him a likely match for his current fiancé, Lady Thea Smithwood. Her rowdy disposition for life would be cured by Prince Felix's qualitative and meditative type. However, as time has gathered, Felix has found the relationship more than challenging. He was never interested in her, having no desire for romance or love. As he did undertake the dutiful nature of the arrangement, he has not proven himself ready for the lackluster qualities that drive his fiancé. Many of times, he has had to dirty his generally clean hands in relationships of his lady. He has also seen the relationship to cause unwanted talk amongst his social group. For this, he questions the arrangement on the side that his family may be hurt under these circumstances, and in order to make up for these differences, the prince has taken it upon himself to engage with other duties to gain his popularity among the subjects of his kingdom.
His reputation proceeded him as the aforementioned qualities, which made him a likely match for his current fiancé, Lady Thea Smithwood. Her rowdy disposition for life would be cured by Prince Felix's qualitative and meditative type. However, as time has gathered, Felix has found the relationship more than challenging. He was never interested in her, having no desire for romance or love. As he did undertake the dutiful nature of the arrangement, he has not proven himself ready for the lackluster qualities that drive his fiancé. Many of times, he has had to dirty his generally clean hands in relationships of his lady. He has also seen the relationship to cause unwanted talk amongst his social group. For this, he questions the arrangement on the side that his family may be hurt under these circumstances, and in order to make up for these differences, the prince has taken it upon himself to engage with other duties to gain his popularity among the subjects of his kingdom.
O T H E R
N/A
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N A M E :
Arianna “Ryan” Mayez
A G E :
15
G E N D E R :
Female
P E R S O N A L I T Y :
As a go-getter, Ryan is an externally tough girl who tries to flaunt her age by acting older than she actually is. She is not one to ignore the use of occasional sassy or sarcastic comments as she sees them fit for her own method of controlling a situation, and as a bit of a competitive shrewd, Ryan’s not always the easiest person to have as company. She is, however, a persistent person. A lot of her quirks can be summed up in her having an obvious insecurity towards her femininity — blatantly spoken via her verbal introduction as “Ryan” versus using her actual name “Arianna,” which she is rather embarrassed of people knowing. And, the fact of the matter is Ryan indeed has the ability to be an empathetic person once someone gets passed the rough hostility she likes to uphold for her own sense of control, but her incorrect belief in how adults should act renders her mostly rash and arrogant as opposed to responsible and mature.
B A C K G R O U N D :
Ryan is the second oldest daughter amongst the five daughter ringed circus created and raised by Dan and Patricia Mayez. In a house full of females, Ryan had to learn to stand out in the crowd or at least be tough to not care when she wasn't getting any attention. A quick move to guarantee her father’s admiration and joy was to uphold the tomboy attitude in a predominately pink and plastic doll world, and since the atmosphere between Ryan and her sisters has been quite the competitive one, to this day, Ryan still has her eyes set on proving she is better and more dependable than her older sister, who Ryan sees as more of a homebody that would prefer passively reading her books over actually going outside and enjoying the world first handedly. For this, Ryan is rarely afraid to get her knees muddy and her hands dirty, unless it means killing a cockroach. All that changed one day while she was at the library researching her summer reading books. She had nestled herself in a private room with her Air Mac, when suddenly, she found herself a Digital companion, Terriermon. Ever since then, she’s felt more courageous and interested in the the outdoors and exploring unknown parts of the world, which include the Digital World.
D I G I M O N :
Terriermon
E Q U I P M E N T :
BACKPACK:
Small purse essentials (chap stick, compact mirror, tissues, hand sanitizer, hair ties, nail clipper with small knife, et cetera)
CLOTHES:
Denim jacket, shirt, pants, ankle-high socks, belt
BOOTS:
Light-weight all terrain
S P E C I E S :
Terriermon
G E N D E R :
Male
D I G I V O L U T I O N L I N E :
Gummymon → Terriermon → Galgomon (Gargomon) → Rabbitmon → Megagalgomon
P E R S O N A L I T Y :
Terriermon is playful and optimistic. He does not particularly have a good understanding towards negative or downtrodden behavior. In such a case, he generally leans towards being more sympathetic than empathetic despite his deep feelings for the person in woe. He believes in being uplifting and cheerful despite all odds, which can sometimes come off as careless during heated or direly dangerous moments. He means well and has a big digiheart, but his helicopter-type affection can be rather enabling to whomever he is trying to help.
B A C K G R O U N D :
Terriermonfound most of its time playing around with other Digimon. However, as he became older and other Digimon did, too, he saw himself getting into the occasional scruff with other digital monsters. He is not terribly interested in fighting, he does feel a strong desire to protect himself and those around him. Despite getting into unwanted battles from time-to-time, Terriermon has kept his positive attitude towards everything around him. One day, while scourging for food, Terriermon found himself attacked. He tried his best to retreat, and in the attempt, he found himself going to the Analog World. There was emptiness and bright lights and a human! Terriermon took it upon himself to protect this human, after being escorted from the library and given the most delicious food he had ever tasted. Upon this meeting with Ryan, his protective instinct over her not increased with time, which sometimes gets on Ryan’s nerves, as she enjoys being independent and not perpetually looked after. Of course, this has only challenged Terriermon’s perpetual positivity on the occasion.
S P E C I A L E Q U I P M E N T :
Around his neck, he wears a small bandanathat Ryan gave him. It has a green karakusa pattern on it. A small, silver button locket has been sewn onto the bandana which has a picture of Ryan and Terriermon inside of it.
A T T A C K S :
DOUBLE BUBBLE: Spits out a lot of adhesive bubbles
BLAZING FIRE: Shoots a tiny blast of energy of his mouth
PETIT TWISTER: Fires a little turbulence like a tornado
DOUBLE TYPHOON: Attacks to create a giant tornado
PETIT TWISTER: Fires a little turbulence like a tornado
DOUBLE TYPHOON: Attacks to create a giant tornado
GATLING ARM: Fires bullets or lasers from both of his arms
DUM DUM UPPER: A powerful uppercut attack
DUM DUM UPPER: A powerful uppercut attack
S P E C I E S :
Rabbitmon
G E N D E R :
Male
GOLDEN TRIANGLE: Creates a green triangular barrier that deflects attacks
EAR LANCER: Causes its usually drooping ears to straighten and sharpen, and uses them to pierce the enemy.
CARROT BAKUDAN:
GIANT MISSILE: Fires a gigantic megaton-class missile from the gun turrets on its shoulders
SAINT FOOT: Butt-bounces the enemy while in midair.
SAINT UPPER: Activates its thrusters in midair to do an uppercut
SAINT TACKLE: Rams with its shoulder while dashing with its thrusters.
SAINT PUNCH: Punches, sending a wave of fiery explosions from its fist
SAINT JET: Uses it's thrusters to slow its descent
MEGA TWISTER: Charges the opponent, then lifts them up and spins rapidly before tossing them
SAINT FOOT: Butt-bounces the enemy while in midair.
SAINT UPPER: Activates its thrusters in midair to do an uppercut
SAINT TACKLE: Rams with its shoulder while dashing with its thrusters.
SAINT PUNCH: Punches, sending a wave of fiery explosions from its fist
SAINT JET: Uses it's thrusters to slow its descent
MEGA TWISTER: Charges the opponent, then lifts them up and spins rapidly before tossing them
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M A T H I L D A V O S
P S Y C H O L O G Y
F E M A L E ⋆ M A I D
1 7 ⋆ 5 ' 6 " ⋆ 1 1 5 L B S
D A R K H A I R ⋆ B R O W N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N
1 7 ⋆ 5 ' 6 " ⋆ 1 1 5 L B S
D A R K H A I R ⋆ B R O W N E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N
L I K E S
D I S L I K E S
F E A R S
⋆ Cleaning
⋆ Tea
⋆ Reading
⋆ Music
⋆ Cats
⋆ Tea
⋆ Reading
⋆ Music
⋆ Cats
D I S L I K E S
⋆ Messes
⋆ Getting in trouble
⋆ Cynicism
⋆ Getting in trouble
⋆ Cynicism
F E A R S
⋆ Embarrassing her Masters
⋆ Dissatisfying Guests
⋆ Large Events
⋆ Dissatisfying Guests
⋆ Large Events
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Having grown up within the walls of the Danrose Castle, Mathilda cheerful upholds her honorary role as staff of the royal family. She serves with a whimsical bit tedious demeanor. Her fine attention to detail comes naturally and is a great comfort to many of the nobles.
She believes her service is to alleviate the stress of the nobles while they reign the kingdom. These duties come in various degrees, sometimes even in forms of prominent conversation. For these reasons, she enjoys reading and educating herself to keep her wit on its toes.
Unfortunately, Mathilda does suffer from a shyness at her core. Larger events exhaust her, but she musters up the courage to work through the dilemma. Just like her parents, she does not take vacations, in fear of disrupting her work, and during her spare time, she retraces any of her mistakes to better herself for her next line of service. She is an excellent maid and looks forward to being of the head maids.
She believes her service is to alleviate the stress of the nobles while they reign the kingdom. These duties come in various degrees, sometimes even in forms of prominent conversation. For these reasons, she enjoys reading and educating herself to keep her wit on its toes.
Unfortunately, Mathilda does suffer from a shyness at her core. Larger events exhaust her, but she musters up the courage to work through the dilemma. Just like her parents, she does not take vacations, in fear of disrupting her work, and during her spare time, she retraces any of her mistakes to better herself for her next line of service. She is an excellent maid and looks forward to being of the head maids.
B A C K G R O U N D
O C C U P A T I O N
Maid
L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
N/A
D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
F A T H E R
Elric Vos
Elric Vos
M O T H E R
Mariam Vos
Mariam Vos
C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S
N/A
C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)
N/A
H I S T O R Y
Born and raised by a butler and maid of the Danrose Castle, Mathilda was raised on the various stories and likings within the castle’s walls. She was taught the importance of her role. In fact, her bedtime stories were accounts what happened to her parents and other staff of the castle – how such-and-such situations could have been adverted. One bedtime story her father once told her was how an honorary guest was impressed with the king's cutlery (that her father had chosen) after an otherwise unprosperous dinner and decided to turn around the conversation and agree to the king's words.
Her family never left to go on vacation, and when they did leave the castle it was to attend a guild for servers. Frequently at the Guild, due to her parents being staff at the Danrose Castle, her parents would relay many of their incidents and antidotes for various situations. Mathilda believed being a maid was a completely natural occurrence, and she should be thankful to have such an opportunity in her life.
When her father became ill during her adolescent years, he never made the illness known. He worked to the best of his ability, still denying anything was wrong. He was proud of his work as a butler and could not imagine any other way of life. His loyalty to the king was so astonishing that when he fell ill during an event and dropped a platter, he spent days during his spare time retracing that very incident (a practice Mathilda picked up). Eventually, when he had died, her mother had been too preoccupied with her own service to witness his death — just as her father had wanted. He would never have wanted to disrupt the comfort of the king by burdening the staff by the absence of his wife’s presence.
Mathilda’s mother died two years ago, the same year that Mathilda became a maid. Unlike her mother, Mathilda took time from work to tend to her mother’s death. For this reason, she feels quite at odds with her own ability to be as good of a staff for the castle. However, she is determined not to let this snuff any her otherwise excellent keeping.
Her family never left to go on vacation, and when they did leave the castle it was to attend a guild for servers. Frequently at the Guild, due to her parents being staff at the Danrose Castle, her parents would relay many of their incidents and antidotes for various situations. Mathilda believed being a maid was a completely natural occurrence, and she should be thankful to have such an opportunity in her life.
When her father became ill during her adolescent years, he never made the illness known. He worked to the best of his ability, still denying anything was wrong. He was proud of his work as a butler and could not imagine any other way of life. His loyalty to the king was so astonishing that when he fell ill during an event and dropped a platter, he spent days during his spare time retracing that very incident (a practice Mathilda picked up). Eventually, when he had died, her mother had been too preoccupied with her own service to witness his death — just as her father had wanted. He would never have wanted to disrupt the comfort of the king by burdening the staff by the absence of his wife’s presence.
Mathilda’s mother died two years ago, the same year that Mathilda became a maid. Unlike her mother, Mathilda took time from work to tend to her mother’s death. For this reason, she feels quite at odds with her own ability to be as good of a staff for the castle. However, she is determined not to let this snuff any her otherwise excellent keeping.
O T H E R
N/A
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K A N N A H I G A S H I
Female , 13
Kanna is a shy, well-rounded girl. She spends most of her time studying or playing little games in her room and keeping out of her older brother’s business. Recently, Kanna’s parents have filed for divorce. The reasons are unclear to Kanna, but she no longer sees her father as much. Occasionally, she will receive text messages from him — pictures of his work as a neuropsychologist for NASDA. Other than that, he seems too preoccupied and out of touch to make any real connection with her. Her mother has picked up a small secretarial job and is more stressed out and tired than Kanna can ever remember her mother being in her entire life. Determined to not let this affect her, Kanna has started seeing her friends less and keeping to her own imaginary world and schoolwork.
S O V E R E I G N C O N N E C T I O N
Z H U Q I A O M O N
E Q U I P M E N T
Yellow messenger bag (purse), pocket mirror, comb, chapstick (Mentholatum), tissues (Kleenex), wallet — money and student identification, small sketchbook, pencil bag — pen, pencils, eraser, blender and sharpener, camera, and smartphone
M I S C E L L A N E O U S
N/A
G A T O M O N
Female
Nyaromon → Salamon → Gatomon → Angewomon
P E R S O N A L I T Y
She has a very healthy curiosity, so she loves pranks. She loves teasing and making small jabs, but jokes aside, Gatomon is very caring and compassionate, not to mention territorial over her tamer.
E Q U I P M E N T
Holy Ring
A T T A C K S
Neko Punch Punches the enemy with its claws.
Neko Scratch Scratches repeatedly with the claws of both hands.
Cat's Eye Hypnotizes the enemy with mysterious power from its eyes.
Neko Scratch Scratches repeatedly with the claws of both hands.
Cat's Eye Hypnotizes the enemy with mysterious power from its eyes.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S
N/A
P A T A M O N
Male
Poyomon → Tokomon → Patamon → Angemon → Holy Angemon
P E R S O N A L I T Y
He is an obedient companion who relishes in defense. He is optimistic and tries to maintain the ease of those around with him a determined and positive attitude, even if it is a bit worried sometimes.
E Q U I P M E N T
N/A
A T T A C K S
Aero Slash Breathes in air and shoots it out as blades made out of wind.
Tai Atari Bomb An attack where Patamon flies forward while spinning.
Glide Glides through the air.
Tai Atari Bomb An attack where Patamon flies forward while spinning.
Glide Glides through the air.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S
N/A
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WHAT IS THE CHARACTER'S NAME?
Neomi Adams
WHAT IS A STRANGER'S FIRST IMPRESSION UPON MEETING THEM?
At first glance, Neomi appears to be a creative sarcastic girl. She has no problem being blunt and straight to the point. Although she seems to have learned when to keep her mouth shut, she seems to step on toes and hurt feelings with her attitude. It's safe to say, she is probably not everyone's cup of tea. And, she seems fairly comfortable with this, because, hey, ya can't please them all.
WHAT IS THEIR PROFESSION AND HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT IT?
Neomi works at The Burrow, a warm and friendly lodge. It's owned and run by her parents. Typically, she is found behind the front desk helping customers. When she's not helping the family business, she is doing what she wishes she could always be doing: working on her artwork.
HOW HAS BEING A HOWL AFFECTED THEIR LIFE?
Having been risen by Howls, Neomi has been cradled into the position. Her mother has can sense them through a tingling sensation, and her father has caught glimpses of them. Neomi has inherited her father's sense of seeing them. Neither of her parents is particularly interested in investing much time into being a Howl. Both simply moved to Oaken, met, fell in love, and got married. They prefer a simple life, much like the tidy and cozy furnishings of The Burrow, and they would prefer if Neomi kept the same lifestyle. However, Neomi cannot help but continue recreating drawings of what she one time saw -- a Rue.
WHY ARE THEY IN OAKEN CITY?
Neomi lives with her family in Oaken City, where they run a small lodge.
DO THEY HAVE A HOWL ABILITY? WHAT IS IT?
If you could call it that. She can manipulate the air slightly, like making a light wind between her hands. The most she's ever used it for is entertainment when bored. One time she made the light wind go into a twirl.
Neomi Adams
WHAT IS A STRANGER'S FIRST IMPRESSION UPON MEETING THEM?
At first glance, Neomi appears to be a creative sarcastic girl. She has no problem being blunt and straight to the point. Although she seems to have learned when to keep her mouth shut, she seems to step on toes and hurt feelings with her attitude. It's safe to say, she is probably not everyone's cup of tea. And, she seems fairly comfortable with this, because, hey, ya can't please them all.
WHAT IS THEIR PROFESSION AND HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT IT?
Neomi works at The Burrow, a warm and friendly lodge. It's owned and run by her parents. Typically, she is found behind the front desk helping customers. When she's not helping the family business, she is doing what she wishes she could always be doing: working on her artwork.
HOW HAS BEING A HOWL AFFECTED THEIR LIFE?
Having been risen by Howls, Neomi has been cradled into the position. Her mother has can sense them through a tingling sensation, and her father has caught glimpses of them. Neomi has inherited her father's sense of seeing them. Neither of her parents is particularly interested in investing much time into being a Howl. Both simply moved to Oaken, met, fell in love, and got married. They prefer a simple life, much like the tidy and cozy furnishings of The Burrow, and they would prefer if Neomi kept the same lifestyle. However, Neomi cannot help but continue recreating drawings of what she one time saw -- a Rue.
WHY ARE THEY IN OAKEN CITY?
Neomi lives with her family in Oaken City, where they run a small lodge.
DO THEY HAVE A HOWL ABILITY? WHAT IS IT?
If you could call it that. She can manipulate the air slightly, like making a light wind between her hands. The most she's ever used it for is entertainment when bored. One time she made the light wind go into a twirl.
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Ravenclaw · Magical Theory · 5’7” · 24
Biography: Seraphima Evelynne Rose is the second born child of Atticus and Ramona Rose. She follows her brother Alric Darius Rose in birth order. The Roses are a family of pure-blood witches and wizards. Respectfully, they have been ordered in the House of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
The Rose family is proud of their pure-blood ancestral background, in belief that any witch or wizard should be proud of their family lineage. However, they are not prude and snobby about it, unlike some pure-blood families. In fact, they are also not loyal to one House or the other like some pure-blood families, and they are very welcome about it.
Atticus Rose is the a Magical Theorist, well-known for his many publishings, articles and books on the subject. His writings have always been pure, simplistic, and easy to understand for the commoner. Ramona Rose used to write for Witches Vogue. However, after the death of her oldest child, Alric, her sense of fashion seemed, well, to say it politely, tend to be a bit off.
Ramona’s fashion, of course, was not the only thing a bit off about the Rose family. Their remaining child Seraphima (often times referred to as Little Swan) also seemed to have her own special qualities. The sympathetic chalked it up to her witnessing her own brother’s death. The rest simply assumed the girl a very odd duck, indeed.
She hardly had any friends as she much preferred books over actual conversation. She seemed dull and outright unagreeable especially in looks. (Someone had to support her mother’s outlandish fashion.) Although, she was on the Quidditch team as the Keeper, which she even surpassed her older brother in ability and her school marks were straight Os, she lacked a key ingredient with public accumulation. In fact, she tended to care more for the less intelligent (so to speak) such as other creatures, herbs included.
Although a loner, Seraphima never did seem downright lonely. That’s not to say she was completely happy all the time, but it seemed she had some secret friend only she knew about. It’s most likely because of this other witches and wizards poked fun at her. Like when she attended the Yule Ball without a date but kept a pleasant smile for the entirety of the event. Rumors flew around like magic spells for a good quarter of the semester, as if no one had anything more useful to gossip about!
Charmingly for Seraphima, she found herself following in her father’s footsteps, and all those years spent alone in her studies, coming up with her own practical theories, has helped the witch make quite a name for herself. Since graduating Hogwarts, she has published numerous articles and written a book or two about Magical Theory. She is currently in the process of writing her third. And her mother has since landed a new job as an editor for Knitter’s Own, guiding witches and wizards in casting spells for more eccentric, alternative styles that many have declared “witty, smart, and sharp.”
Favorite Hogwarts Memory: At the Yule Ball, Seraphima was downright depressed about having no one ask her to the ball. In fact, her mother had designed and mailed her dress to her! She felt quite lovely in it, but not until her secret crush Dorrien René Logion gave her a quaint smile and polite compliment did the depression lift. He may never have shown her any affection thereafter, but she has always cherished his reaction and is certain his future wife will be aware of her mother’s spells.
The Rose family is proud of their pure-blood ancestral background, in belief that any witch or wizard should be proud of their family lineage. However, they are not prude and snobby about it, unlike some pure-blood families. In fact, they are also not loyal to one House or the other like some pure-blood families, and they are very welcome about it.
Atticus Rose is the a Magical Theorist, well-known for his many publishings, articles and books on the subject. His writings have always been pure, simplistic, and easy to understand for the commoner. Ramona Rose used to write for Witches Vogue. However, after the death of her oldest child, Alric, her sense of fashion seemed, well, to say it politely, tend to be a bit off.
Ramona’s fashion, of course, was not the only thing a bit off about the Rose family. Their remaining child Seraphima (often times referred to as Little Swan) also seemed to have her own special qualities. The sympathetic chalked it up to her witnessing her own brother’s death. The rest simply assumed the girl a very odd duck, indeed.
She hardly had any friends as she much preferred books over actual conversation. She seemed dull and outright unagreeable especially in looks. (Someone had to support her mother’s outlandish fashion.) Although, she was on the Quidditch team as the Keeper, which she even surpassed her older brother in ability and her school marks were straight Os, she lacked a key ingredient with public accumulation. In fact, she tended to care more for the less intelligent (so to speak) such as other creatures, herbs included.
Although a loner, Seraphima never did seem downright lonely. That’s not to say she was completely happy all the time, but it seemed she had some secret friend only she knew about. It’s most likely because of this other witches and wizards poked fun at her. Like when she attended the Yule Ball without a date but kept a pleasant smile for the entirety of the event. Rumors flew around like magic spells for a good quarter of the semester, as if no one had anything more useful to gossip about!
Charmingly for Seraphima, she found herself following in her father’s footsteps, and all those years spent alone in her studies, coming up with her own practical theories, has helped the witch make quite a name for herself. Since graduating Hogwarts, she has published numerous articles and written a book or two about Magical Theory. She is currently in the process of writing her third. And her mother has since landed a new job as an editor for Knitter’s Own, guiding witches and wizards in casting spells for more eccentric, alternative styles that many have declared “witty, smart, and sharp.”
Favorite Hogwarts Memory: At the Yule Ball, Seraphima was downright depressed about having no one ask her to the ball. In fact, her mother had designed and mailed her dress to her! She felt quite lovely in it, but not until her secret crush Dorrien René Logion gave her a quaint smile and polite compliment did the depression lift. He may never have shown her any affection thereafter, but she has always cherished his reaction and is certain his future wife will be aware of her mother’s spells.
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❝Cʜᴀsᴛᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴀᴛᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ɪɴᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.❞
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Ἄρτεμις • Aʀᴛᴇᴍɪs • Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ Nᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇɴᴇss ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ
ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ʜᴜɴᴛ, ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs, ᴡɪʟᴅᴇʀɴᴇss, ᴄʜɪʟᴅʙɪʀᴛʜ, ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟs, ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴇᴀsᴇ ɪɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ; sʜᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴛʀᴇss ᴄᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡs.
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In the mountains of the Western Terrains of the Earth, a pious village inhabits the surrounding areas of a rocky temple, serenely erected, boldly withstanding the ruiness visages of the seasons -- in honor of the Goddess of Chastity, Fertility & Hunt – Ἄρτεμις (Artemis). The Village is well-hidden in the area, draped in its meek and humble living, uniquely strengthened in its divinity and praise for the Goddess as a place where Elves and Humans live dutifully and in unity amongst each other as the heart of the physical realm to Artemis' prowess. The Village is a sought after legend for the believers in Artemis, and only the faithful are permitted through her graves to walk the path between the mountainous terrain and enter into the harmonious territory.
Rights of passage by living in the village are endured with gratitude. One of the most famous and dedicated rights is the Rights of the Cardinals. Every three years, it is custom for the Village to gift the Goddess one young, virgin female who has only just reached the likeness of her womanhood virgin. The young women's hand is spiritually sacrificed and solidified by oath in an elaborate and divine ceremony as she is ordained a maiden of Artemis and referred to as a Cardinal, a handmaiden who abides her entire life's work under the chastity of the Lýkos Temple and in honor, praise, and worship to and for the Goddess Artemis.
Such great honor is bestowed upon the women who are deemed virtuous and chaste enough to be granted the gift of such a beautiful privilege. It is spoken quite ruthlessly, however, that the struggle of a Cardinal is not easy. Nonetheless, the true intricacies of the job are a mystery to the outside world. For such a case, the Cardinals are treated with utmost respect and revere -- as prophetesses and oracles, and women who cower from the likeness of the Cardinals are dismissed as unworthy and dishonorable disciples of the Goddess. As it has been passed down through generations of storytelling, the Goddess has bestowed ΖΩΗ (Life) upon the Village and all of its inhabitants. Should the Village fail to sanctify its Life with purity, the ζωή (Being) shall be withheld; the waters shall cease to pour forth; the crops shall cease to produce and be plenty; the animals shall cease to be abundant and worthy for food; the women shall cease to be with child; the village shall cease to exist.
This Western Terrain, so veiled in its modesty has a hidden name. The power in its name is taught with great authority and law as the key to its virginity, and thus, even uttering the Village's name has been forbidden and only taught to the Cardinals sometime after their ordination has made them worthy participants as Key Holders of the Village. The Cardinals do more than just protect sacred traditions, but they are taught, as a known fact in the Village, to be huntresses, skilled and trained in the Arts of Hunting -- marked by Archery: Arrows and Longbows.
The honor of such a position in the Village's society is so high that families groom their daughters in prayerful hopes of becoming a handmaiden of Artemis. However, it is rightfully been declared law that Cardinals are to be Half-Elfin and Half-Human. Arrangements and Ancestry are studied prior to the like of Matrimony being considered between two members of the Village.
Malehood and his honors does not fall anything close short of that of a Cardinal -- holding other such authoritative positions as leaders and lawmakers, stoic to the cause. It is taught that although Artemis bestows such life into Nature, it is not without the Touch of the Male does her cosmic connection bend through Time. And so, the Lýkos Temple allows one Elfin Priest (Elfin due to longevity and mysticism) to abide his wisdom inside her temple. His piety is very old and carefully considered before the former's repose. Through his antiquity, his chastity is measured with extreme caution to prevent scandal or the wrath of Artemis. He is never to learn the name of the Village. As well, on the outskirts of the Village, there are various temples -- smaller in nature than Lýkos, which houses males who practice chastity and monasticism in honor of the Goddess Artemis. However, there is only one temple, which allows for females -- Lýkos Temple -- the Holiest Temple of the Goddess Artemis.
The Ancient Story of the Goddess Artemis is preserved in the tradition of the Village as a well-known tale often depicted and re-animated through gatherings and Hellenistic pleasures such as music or other theatrics. The most famous tale of the Goddess that is cherished weaves her history as thus:
Conceived scandalously by the King of Gods and his mistress, the Goddess Artemis climbed into the temple of her father's lap during her third Lunar Year of age and asked him to grant her six wishes - to remain a virgin, to have many names to set her apart from her brother, to be the Light Bringer, to have a Bow & Arrow and a knee-length tunic so that she may hunt, to have sixty "Daughters of Okeanos" to serve as her choir, and for twenty Amnisides Nymphs as Handmaidens to watch her dogs and bow while she rested. Her father, the King of Gods, granted these wishes, and her most favored wish, the first one, to remain a virgin became her most important δόγμα (Dogma) to uphold.
παρθενιά (Virginity) as an eternal virtue was so important that even during such a time that the chaste Goddess did allow her heart to open once to another God not of her own family, and her brother -- pious in his jealousy -- tricked the Goddess into shooting one of her arrows through the God's head. It was later made true that the now reposed God had plans of murdering every wild creature on Earth. For her brother's jealousy and her lover's foolery, Artemis has dismissed the likeness of friendship between male and female as not being anything but unchaste.
Her domain, reigning over prosperity, fertility, and chastity, many Mortals called upon her name -- often, in the midst of the night when the Moon had unveiled her own face -- for help in sustaining Life, and through wisdom of her past actions, she sought to continue such good fortune and set apart a village from the rest of the World. In this village, she also hid away the seed of her own heart so that she may not fall prey to another God and lose her αθωότητα (Innocence). In show of her mercy, understanding, and repentance upon her brother, she allowed males to dwell in the village alongside the females of her choosing.
Mortal Creatures of her choosing were Elves and Humans, alike. Artemis took a fondness to the Human Form, but she knew their wisdom and powers were limited, and from such knowledge, she drew the eloquent beauty and magic from the Elves. In her most sacred place of worship, Lýkos Temple, only chaste, virgin maidens -- of half-Elfin and half-Human are allowed to dwell inside the Lýkos walls, and to consecrate her adoration towards her brother, she set aside a seat for a male Elfin High Priest. Keeping the traditions of the Moon Goddess abundantly are a dogma for the Village to keep it from disease and decay by the powers of Artemis -- and thus, the Fertility of Life would be cursed.
The Moon Goddess now clothes herself from the Mortal World and is said to only intervene physically for specific reasons. The willful veil that keeps the Goddess from entering the Mortal World is said to be a garment that keeps her modesty abundant in fruits on the Earth, and during the rare and holy occasions that Artemis does show her face, it is under the moonlit night, as to use the shadows of the night as a covering of her zeal and image.
Rights of passage by living in the village are endured with gratitude. One of the most famous and dedicated rights is the Rights of the Cardinals. Every three years, it is custom for the Village to gift the Goddess one young, virgin female who has only just reached the likeness of her womanhood virgin. The young women's hand is spiritually sacrificed and solidified by oath in an elaborate and divine ceremony as she is ordained a maiden of Artemis and referred to as a Cardinal, a handmaiden who abides her entire life's work under the chastity of the Lýkos Temple and in honor, praise, and worship to and for the Goddess Artemis.
Such great honor is bestowed upon the women who are deemed virtuous and chaste enough to be granted the gift of such a beautiful privilege. It is spoken quite ruthlessly, however, that the struggle of a Cardinal is not easy. Nonetheless, the true intricacies of the job are a mystery to the outside world. For such a case, the Cardinals are treated with utmost respect and revere -- as prophetesses and oracles, and women who cower from the likeness of the Cardinals are dismissed as unworthy and dishonorable disciples of the Goddess. As it has been passed down through generations of storytelling, the Goddess has bestowed ΖΩΗ (Life) upon the Village and all of its inhabitants. Should the Village fail to sanctify its Life with purity, the ζωή (Being) shall be withheld; the waters shall cease to pour forth; the crops shall cease to produce and be plenty; the animals shall cease to be abundant and worthy for food; the women shall cease to be with child; the village shall cease to exist.
This Western Terrain, so veiled in its modesty has a hidden name. The power in its name is taught with great authority and law as the key to its virginity, and thus, even uttering the Village's name has been forbidden and only taught to the Cardinals sometime after their ordination has made them worthy participants as Key Holders of the Village. The Cardinals do more than just protect sacred traditions, but they are taught, as a known fact in the Village, to be huntresses, skilled and trained in the Arts of Hunting -- marked by Archery: Arrows and Longbows.
The honor of such a position in the Village's society is so high that families groom their daughters in prayerful hopes of becoming a handmaiden of Artemis. However, it is rightfully been declared law that Cardinals are to be Half-Elfin and Half-Human. Arrangements and Ancestry are studied prior to the like of Matrimony being considered between two members of the Village.
Malehood and his honors does not fall anything close short of that of a Cardinal -- holding other such authoritative positions as leaders and lawmakers, stoic to the cause. It is taught that although Artemis bestows such life into Nature, it is not without the Touch of the Male does her cosmic connection bend through Time. And so, the Lýkos Temple allows one Elfin Priest (Elfin due to longevity and mysticism) to abide his wisdom inside her temple. His piety is very old and carefully considered before the former's repose. Through his antiquity, his chastity is measured with extreme caution to prevent scandal or the wrath of Artemis. He is never to learn the name of the Village. As well, on the outskirts of the Village, there are various temples -- smaller in nature than Lýkos, which houses males who practice chastity and monasticism in honor of the Goddess Artemis. However, there is only one temple, which allows for females -- Lýkos Temple -- the Holiest Temple of the Goddess Artemis.
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The Ancient Story of the Goddess Artemis is preserved in the tradition of the Village as a well-known tale often depicted and re-animated through gatherings and Hellenistic pleasures such as music or other theatrics. The most famous tale of the Goddess that is cherished weaves her history as thus:
Conceived scandalously by the King of Gods and his mistress, the Goddess Artemis climbed into the temple of her father's lap during her third Lunar Year of age and asked him to grant her six wishes - to remain a virgin, to have many names to set her apart from her brother, to be the Light Bringer, to have a Bow & Arrow and a knee-length tunic so that she may hunt, to have sixty "Daughters of Okeanos" to serve as her choir, and for twenty Amnisides Nymphs as Handmaidens to watch her dogs and bow while she rested. Her father, the King of Gods, granted these wishes, and her most favored wish, the first one, to remain a virgin became her most important δόγμα (Dogma) to uphold.
παρθενιά (Virginity) as an eternal virtue was so important that even during such a time that the chaste Goddess did allow her heart to open once to another God not of her own family, and her brother -- pious in his jealousy -- tricked the Goddess into shooting one of her arrows through the God's head. It was later made true that the now reposed God had plans of murdering every wild creature on Earth. For her brother's jealousy and her lover's foolery, Artemis has dismissed the likeness of friendship between male and female as not being anything but unchaste.
Her domain, reigning over prosperity, fertility, and chastity, many Mortals called upon her name -- often, in the midst of the night when the Moon had unveiled her own face -- for help in sustaining Life, and through wisdom of her past actions, she sought to continue such good fortune and set apart a village from the rest of the World. In this village, she also hid away the seed of her own heart so that she may not fall prey to another God and lose her αθωότητα (Innocence). In show of her mercy, understanding, and repentance upon her brother, she allowed males to dwell in the village alongside the females of her choosing.
Mortal Creatures of her choosing were Elves and Humans, alike. Artemis took a fondness to the Human Form, but she knew their wisdom and powers were limited, and from such knowledge, she drew the eloquent beauty and magic from the Elves. In her most sacred place of worship, Lýkos Temple, only chaste, virgin maidens -- of half-Elfin and half-Human are allowed to dwell inside the Lýkos walls, and to consecrate her adoration towards her brother, she set aside a seat for a male Elfin High Priest. Keeping the traditions of the Moon Goddess abundantly are a dogma for the Village to keep it from disease and decay by the powers of Artemis -- and thus, the Fertility of Life would be cursed.
The Moon Goddess now clothes herself from the Mortal World and is said to only intervene physically for specific reasons. The willful veil that keeps the Goddess from entering the Mortal World is said to be a garment that keeps her modesty abundant in fruits on the Earth, and during the rare and holy occasions that Artemis does show her face, it is under the moonlit night, as to use the shadows of the night as a covering of her zeal and image.
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❝Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴘᴜʀɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀsᴛɪᴛʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ Tᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ Aʀᴛᴇᴍɪs.❞
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❝Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴘᴜʀɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀsᴛɪᴛʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ Tᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ Aʀᴛᴇᴍɪs.❞
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καρδινάλιος • Cᴀʀᴅɪɴᴀʟ • Hᴀɴᴅᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ Aʀᴛᴇᴍɪs
ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ sɪxᴛʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴏᴋᴇᴀɴᴏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴍɴɪsɪᴅᴇs ɴʏᴍᴘʜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sᴋᴜʟʟ ᴍᴀsᴋ
Aʀᴄʜᴇʀʏ • Iʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ • Tʀᴜᴛʜғᴜʟɴᴇss • Hᴜɴᴛʀᴇss • Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ Aɴɪᴍᴀʟs
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Twenty years ago, a young Half-Elfin and Half-Human maiden was born to an Elf and his Human wife. The young female has since disregarded her birth name, having been bestowed a new name upon her ordination to a Cardinal. Her story follows along the lines of a dismayed human mother who foolishly cut her own daughter's hair and was beaten by her husband, ashamed and aghast with rage that his wife would even dare think of vanity on behalf of their daughter, a potential maiden to be chosen for the honorable rights of serving inside the walls of the Lýkos Temple.
Bad fortune seemed to have put her family into despair as during her thirteenth November, she had still not bloomed. Her father was certain it was her mother's doing, and their Matrimony had been in vain, having only begotten one daughter and one son. However, by her fourteenth November, she had become a woman, and by all prayers and begs for mercy by her parents, she was chosen to be ordained a Handmaiden of Artemis.
In her third year as a Cardinal, Mariëlle, having become accustomed to her monastic name, was allowed to venture outside of the Temple and into the Village for quick errands. It was during these weekly outings that a shopkeeper's son took notice of the Cardinal. His eagerness to know her started out shy and modest, as was the tradition of the Village's persona. However, as time transcended and hearts shifted, a bond between the two souls procured. It is believed that some chaotic force may have shifted the dynamics of the platonic relationship. Regardless, something twisted the path of their relationship, and the shopkeeper's son began pursuing more than what the Village permitted. In error, he assaulted the Cardinal in a vain attempt to obtain the name of the Village one evening on her way back to the Temple.
It was at that moment, Artemis, having mercy on the young Handmaiden and seeing such parallels in her own story, she made an appearance and cursed the young man into the form of a monstrous wolf. He was commanded to protect the Cardinal as her companion until her dying day. The only way for him to break the curse was to defeat the beast within him that caused the lustful attack. However, Artemis knew that the man's will would never defeat the beast inside himself, and as punishment to the Handmaiden for having let her guard down, Mariëlle was to have the knowledge of watching and feeling remorseful as her companion would fall further and further into the likeness of a monster and less and less from the likeness of a human.
Bad fortune seemed to have put her family into despair as during her thirteenth November, she had still not bloomed. Her father was certain it was her mother's doing, and their Matrimony had been in vain, having only begotten one daughter and one son. However, by her fourteenth November, she had become a woman, and by all prayers and begs for mercy by her parents, she was chosen to be ordained a Handmaiden of Artemis.
In her third year as a Cardinal, Mariëlle, having become accustomed to her monastic name, was allowed to venture outside of the Temple and into the Village for quick errands. It was during these weekly outings that a shopkeeper's son took notice of the Cardinal. His eagerness to know her started out shy and modest, as was the tradition of the Village's persona. However, as time transcended and hearts shifted, a bond between the two souls procured. It is believed that some chaotic force may have shifted the dynamics of the platonic relationship. Regardless, something twisted the path of their relationship, and the shopkeeper's son began pursuing more than what the Village permitted. In error, he assaulted the Cardinal in a vain attempt to obtain the name of the Village one evening on her way back to the Temple.
It was at that moment, Artemis, having mercy on the young Handmaiden and seeing such parallels in her own story, she made an appearance and cursed the young man into the form of a monstrous wolf. He was commanded to protect the Cardinal as her companion until her dying day. The only way for him to break the curse was to defeat the beast within him that caused the lustful attack. However, Artemis knew that the man's will would never defeat the beast inside himself, and as punishment to the Handmaiden for having let her guard down, Mariëlle was to have the knowledge of watching and feeling remorseful as her companion would fall further and further into the likeness of a monster and less and less from the likeness of a human.
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N A M E
James Michael Estuert
James Michael Estuert
A G E
21
21
O C C U P A T I O N
Barista
Barista
A P P E A R A N C E
He’s considered tall only because he is above average height at 5 feet and 9 inches. He has brown hair that needs to be brushed a little better and green eyes with a little too much concentration in them. Light freckles are sprinkled across his nose and upper cheeks. Maybe he was born with them, or maybe he likes spending time outside a lot. His skin is pretty olive, for that matter, and his physique indicates he probably plays or did play a sport for a good while.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Most people would say James is too smart for his britches. Others might say he’s got a lot of personality but it sure is well-hidden. And then, there are those who may say that despite him being an ace of a striker on his soccer team, he is pretty directionless. In all, the guy has potential, but everyone seems to have a negative thought one way or another about him. It’s not like he made a star of himself in high school to get out of this small town and then make a large flop while in college or anything. Oh wait, that’s exactly what happened, and his sister (alongside whoever else she can bring with her) won’t ever let him forget.
B A C K G R O U N D
Born and raised in Havenwood, James was the perfect first born. He followed his mother’s instructions like a good little chickety, giving his parents the bragging rights and confidence to have a second child Lucy. Unfortunately, James and Lucy grew up with an incredibly competitive disposition towards each other and their parents’ approval. Somewhere along the way, the mounting stress and constant need to meet his parents’ expectations turned into a not-so light coke addiction (it started with Adderall, you know, but the high was just never high enough).
Of course, his parents found out, and because in a small town, your reputation is your everything, it was kept under wraps. James’ course was put back to straight and narrow until he made it to college, his supposed-to-be ticket outta town, for good. And, that’s where our story begins. He messed up his college scholarship and now attends the local community college, in hopes of scraping together a decent Associates Degree for another go. Until then, he’s trapped in a constant nightmare, and as much as he loathes his sister, she’s not his biggest concern.
Of course, his parents found out, and because in a small town, your reputation is your everything, it was kept under wraps. James’ course was put back to straight and narrow until he made it to college, his supposed-to-be ticket outta town, for good. And, that’s where our story begins. He messed up his college scholarship and now attends the local community college, in hopes of scraping together a decent Associates Degree for another go. Until then, he’s trapped in a constant nightmare, and as much as he loathes his sister, she’s not his biggest concern.
T H E T O U C H
It has been happening for as long as James remembers. He has had the same re-occurring nightmare plaguing his sleep. The nightmare used to not happen often, but it did happen enough until he had every detail memorized. As James became older, the nightmare started feeling like it was a part of who he is, and most recently, the nightmare has turned lucid and feels more like a second reality. To make things worse, the nightmare has been reoccurring more-and-more. James secretly fears it will become his waking life, where there is no escaping it.
W E A K N E S S E S
You can kick a drug addiction by staying sober, right? Right, but we all know the lingering effects last forever, just waiting to jump out of the shadows and resume that toxic relationship with its victims. At least, he’s got that soccer team to help keep him healthy. Too bad he’s 21, though.
Oh, and that naughty sister of his. She’s just calculating and taking bets on when James’ house of cards is going to fall. If not now, soon, right? He’s been acting weirder lately, anyways.
Oh, and that naughty sister of his. She’s just calculating and taking bets on when James’ house of cards is going to fall. If not now, soon, right? He’s been acting weirder lately, anyways.
M O T I V A T I O N S
He’s got to get out of here. He has to escape his parents, escape his sister, and escape this vortex of a town. Every day becomes more and more of a living nightmare — the one that plagues his sleep. And, it’s gotta be soon because the light at the end of the tunnel is dimming.
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 __________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Lilyette Love • Nickname(s) | Lily • Age | Unknown • Gender | Female • Birthday | Unknown • Race | Vampire Spawn • Rank/Status | Unclaimed Spawn Appearance __________________________________________________________ • Height | 5’8” • Build | Thin & Lean • Eye Color | Hazel • Hair Color & Style | Long & Pink (Originally, a brown auburn) • Skin Tone | Pale • Notable Marks | - • Typical Clothing Style | White with gold accent jewelry; She resonates an angelic appearance contrasting her deliciously gothic nature • Aura/First Impression | Striking & Evocative: A hypnotic chaos of understated eccentricity • Voice | Velvety & Soft-spoken: A lullaby with an unpredictable rhythm Relationships __________________________________________________________ • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 0 • Romantic Preferences | - • Current Romantic Interests | Insert • View on Forbidden Relationships | - • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ ✦ ✦ • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ ✦ ✦ • Known Friends | - • Known Enemies | - • Known Family | - | Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | Staring at Reflections ✦ Tinkering with Clocks ✦ Tracing her Fingers on Broken Objects ✦ Listening to Old Records • Likes | Old, Faded Books ✦ Candlelight ✦ Tea in the Dark ✦ The Color of Bruises ✦ Mismatched Music Boxes • Dislikes | Being Touched Without Warning ✦ The Smell of Fresh Paint ✦ Children’s Toys Left in Strange Places ✦ Fast Talking • Fears | Losing herself completely ✦ Being mistaken for someone else ✦ The Thought she was never real to begin with ✦ The Feeling that her shadow isn’t hers anymore • Habits | Humming ✦ Counting things without realizing it ✦ Listening to silence like music ✦ Tracing bruises on others ✦ Pausing mid-sentence to listen for something ✦ Sniffing books before opening them • Vices | Collecting memories like trinkets ✦ Rewriting the past in her mind ✦ Speaking in riddles for no reason ✦ Chasing shadows Core Motivation She desperately craves to keep the fragile rhythm of her mind alive, as she aches for silence of death. Personality Overview Lily is a porcelain doll, hairline cracks veiled beneath lace and lullabies. Her voice is sugar-glass and shadow, each word dipped in poetry, though not all of it makes sense — and some of it shouldn’t. She floats rather than walks, drifts rather than stands, as if the ground itself offends her. There’s always a hush around her, like the moment before a music box plays… or breaks. |
Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Calligrapher for the Dead • Level of Schooling | High School • Past Occupations | Night Archivist at the Library • Socioeconomic Status | Lower Middle Class • History Summary | Lily was born to a wealthy family. Her mother passed, and her father remarried. This hardly crushed her spirits, even after they both shipped her to some prestigious boarding school. She found solstice in the environment. She was, after all, the kind of girl who lived in books more than rooms. Sharp-minded, observant, always quietly present at the edge of things. She loved facts, structure, and silence. It was as if she preferred the boarding school to being at home. Her notebooks were meticulous. Her thoughts were careful. The margins of her textbooks were neat with little annotations and wildflowers pressed flat between the pages. She preferred sitting by the windows and daydreaming through puzzles that flitted through her like clockwork. There was comfort in logic, in knowing the rules of the world. It happened on a school graduation trip, when she was embraced. Her curiosity caught on something delicate: a path seemingly hidden by brush. It was just beyond where her class had unpacked their lunches. It looked quiet. It looked beautiful. It looked forgotten. And so, Lily followed it, as if drawn by a thread only she could feel. She never came back. No scream. No sound. Just an emptiness of where she used to be. One moment she was there… and the next, she was gone. Just like that, Lily vanished and never came back. Exactly as her step-mother wanted. Or, maybe that never really happened. Her memory doesn’t remember too much. There’s just a static darkness floating around her, and she — a lullaby stretched too thin. The girl she was is slipping away, piece by piece, memory by memory. If you ask her who she used to be, she might try to remember. She might even respond, with one of her too soft of a smiles and say, “She cries sometimes, but only when the singing stops.” | Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▸ Vampires ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Blood Source Preference | Mortal • Blood Addiction Risk (1-5) | 3 • View on Fae Blood Ban | Negative • Views on Mortals | Cute • Views on Fae | Pretty • Views on Lycan | Fluffy Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | One Promise • Favorite Food | Fae Blood • Favorite Animal(s) | Snails • Favorite Music Genre | Nursery Rhymes • Favorite Haunt | Insert • Signature Weapon | Gold Necklace Chain • Preferred Vices | Dangerous Curiosity, Theatrical Lying • Pet Peeve | Being asked if she’s lost • Guilty Pleasure | Writing her name in the margins of books |
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𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊
𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊
Title | ☞ | A half-Japanese rocker and drug dealer spirals through addiction while trying to solve a legacy that refuses to add up. | ||||
Age | ☞ | 37 | ||||
Sex | ☞ | Male | ||||
Business | ☞ | He’s the broken-hearted-can’t-land-a-gig-musician to some; the can’t-get-a-job-to-help-support-the-children-bum-of-an-ex-husband to others; the didn’t-make-it-to-my-birthday-party-again-this-year-deadbeat-dad to his children. And to most, the-chink-eyed-guy-with-the-decent-hookups-but-rarely-answers-his-door-drug-dealer | ||||
Savvy | ☞ | “Hey, chink-eyes! I’ve got five fingers.” The big, red haired boy folded several of his fingers. “I takin’ away four, now how many d’yah see?” The math was a no brainer. It always would be. His mind had the answer before the boy even finished his question. The same amounts the private part hiding in his pants. The same amount of guns his father used to shoot his brains out on that day before school let out for the semester. The same amount of parents he still had alive. If there were that many things he was good at in school — things that pushed him through the grades — it was math. He had to know his digits. Somebody in that house had to. And if his white mom knew anything, at least that same amount of it wasn’t math. For people who ran the place, white people sure came up with the dumbest questions. | ||||
Ruin | ☞ | His father was a No-No boy. Enough. No more needs to be said. It was a mess from the beginning. When Johnny came on scene, his father was like a dog with his tail between his legs. And his low-on-the-totem-pole Greek wife might have had the same sense if she’d answered the way he did, when he got on one knee after knowing her for three days. Their marriage wasn’t even allowed in all of the states, and the slurs were never-ending. His height didn’t show until the bullying had taken its toll, and his father finally left without any last kiss or goodbye but a bag of regrets. All they had was some lady who was married to the man who was son of the woman his grandmother’s brother married. So, in other words, she worked in a Greek diner. And he wasn’t fucking Greek. Chink eyed. Four eyed. Razor-straight haired. Ink-dark eyebrowed. Low-bridged nosed. Except his mom wasn’t aging like other Asians’ moms did. She didn’t talk like other Asians’ moms did. To matters worse, she took him to that God-awful Greek Church where everything was in some language no one spoke anymore. And the other Asians said he smelled like something from the Mediterranean. The other Asians said his math didn’t add up. He wasn’t the same amount as them. But he could play the guitar. And damn, if Elvis Presley and Woody Guthrie didn’t send him in the right direction when he was in a funk. He met some other people who also liked rock n’roll. They liked playing instruments. They also liked taking drugs. And better, they didn’t give a slick about what amount of anything Johnny was, ‘cept that when he spoke numbers he was talkin’ marijuana cigarette's. And well, you can do the math from here. Or maybe you can’t. It don’t matter. I’ll do it for you. There’s something about a man seeking stardom that makes a young and stupid white girl’s heart swoon. Yah know the kind. The one with blonde hair and blue eyes. She’ll probably stop at a nuclear family amount of children. And then do the man dirty when he can’t support her lifestyle. Her friends tell her she can do better. And now she does. Did you guess right? He’s got two additions that require a bill he pays to his ex-wife every month. Don’t help that he never sees them anymore. Nothing ever amounts to much. But sometimes the deals do. | ||||
Cred | ☞ | Word on the street he’s got a new girl. Looks young enough to be his kid. With those Orientals, though, it’s hard to tell. Doesn’t matter. His stuff is clean. Guy can eye the weight without a scale. Just looks at it. Calls it. Dead on. Except when he doesn’t. He impresses you with his amount and then slowly starts chipping away. Got to watch him like a hawk. Who do you think turned him in last time? Might have been because of his anger. Gets it real bad sometimes. And then, there’s guitar. Those riffs get heavy. | ||||
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character concept by MoleC10
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