Aewin

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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In front of Lucas was a shut door with signs haphazardly hammered to the wood, each sign making up a single statement: Enter at your own peril. His hands were bolted to the metal bar in front of him, and his legs were cramped in the little cart he had been forced into by the carnage sisters. Part of him knew he had no way to escape, but Lucas couldn't help but struggle against his bonds, making him miss the low whirring of machinery behind the wooden door.

The cart jolted, causing Lucas to rock in his place uncomfortably as the gates slowly opened to reveal nothing but darkness ahead. Only once he was fully inside, the door shut to encase him in the darkness. His skin crawled as the cart remained in place. He could hear nothing other than his heavy breathing and the occasional whirring of the ride he was on. Lucas didn't know for how long he was sat waiting for something to happen, but he almost missed the silence when the sudden sound of a witch giggling filled the air around them. A dim light to the left of Lucas turned on, revealing Killgood behind bars, the walls behind the plush dirtied. The bear looked up at Lucas, and the lights suddenly began flickering as maniacal laughing could be heard from the direction of the cage.

The cart began moving again, forcing Lucas to look away from Monokuma. The lights around him were still flickering around him, and there was a sudden release of fog just as his cart passed an oversized skeleton cramped inside a cage suspended from the ceiling. The paranormal investigator flinched as he felt something brush his restrained hands.

As the fog began to disappear, letting Lucas see around him again, he saw... a ghost!

At least... it looked like a ghost. It was pale and ethereal, and Lucas was scared. The cart kept rolling forwards, bringing him closer and closer to the ghost until everything went black...

The wooden doors opened once again, revealing the same cart Lucas was occupying: only this time, Lucas was dead. His skin ghostly pale, and his eyes widened and mouth dropped, in an eternal scream.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

It was over. Lucas remained quiet as his lies began to unravel right before his eyes. After Krista ripped his shirt open, revealing the proof of his crimes to the court, Alice had taken the honour to do the same to Calvin which only reinforced his fate. There was no way out of it now as Davis recapped the events of the crime.

Krista returned to her podium, still angry but keeping her eyes averted from Bliss and Aleecia's direction. She felt relieved when everyone has dressed up once again, her cheeks slowly returning to normal. She had nothing to say to Lucas once the jackpot was hit. She looked visibly hurt, almost as if she had been wishing it wasn't Lucas until now.

"Well, Cyrus is right." There was no point in lying anymore. His mouth twitched downwards at Noel's words but decided not to dignify that stupid comment with a response. "I just wanted to get out of here. I don't give a damn about any phone call, but I knew Krista would so it only made sense to take advantage of that. Why suspect the one with no motive?" He looked bitter for a split second before washing the expression off his face. "Though it appears that did not work out in my favour."

"I have no defence. I simply don't give a fuck about whether you idiots live or die. The only important person to me is me. If that meant killing you all to save myself, then I would do it again in a heartbeat." He didn't sound very remorseful. Krista cringed and Lucas noticed. "What? You really thought I cared? If you hadn't been so trusting we wouldn't be in this situation." She looked away, looking uncomfortable at the shift in blame.

"Anyway," He carried on, crossing his arms against his chest. "At least prove that you're not an idiot by not using up your one chance at escape." At Krista's confused expression, Lucas sighed impatiently. "That phone call. Use it to call the mastermind. Don't waste it on your brother. He's probably dead." He turned to Calvin, "your sister too, she's probably just as dead as all of your families left out there." He looked at everyone else for that final part.

"And what if he's not?! You don't know what has happened outside!" Krista almost cried. "Maybe he doesn't know what's going on and when I tell him he can call the police! Or the army! Or anyone!"

"And if he is? You'd be wasting your opportunity to help your 'friends' out of this mess." She didn't respond and Lucas looked satisfied with himself. "If the police could do anything, they'd have done something by now. You've been missing for... what, almost a week now? Surely if your brother cared he would've alerted the authorities by now, and he hasn't so we can safely assume he's dead and gone."

Krista wrapped her arms around herself. "Please stop talking..."

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

• Is almost a carnivore, though his favorite thing to eat in the world is strawberries.

@FamishedPants

He and Krista will get along very well.

EDIT: Here's the link to our discord chat, btw

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Neither Krista nor Lucas glanced at Mary. Krista out of respect for the streamer, and Lucas... well, he was too busy looking away. Krista watched Lucas, her eyebrows furrowed. She crossed her arms, "No. Mondatta was not there. It was his turn to sleep and it was just Bliss and me in the break room. And Calvin too." She answered Cyrus for Calvin, looking unimpressed in Lucas's direction.

Lucas leant forward, his hands gripping the podium tightly. "You guys are truly moronic if you believe I've done it." He looked at Caora specifically, the almost naked boy pissing him off the most. "I have no reason to take off my clothes, unlike some, I still wish to preserve my dignity."

"This is not about dignity! Caora thinks you killed Mondatta!" Krista cried out, "so why don't you prove him wrong, huh?! Prove it that it wasn't you!"

"I fell asleep in my room instead, when I woke up I realised I was late for the meeting and so I left my room without my equipment. You cannot blame me for the death of that monk just because I was sleeping."

"Why not say that instead of telling us you were getting your equipment?!" Lucas shrugged in response. His knuckles were turning white from the strain. "You said you never visited the caves until before asking me to check it out with you. Why would you—"

"I simply made a mistake. I thought I told Mondatta during breakfast, but I was wrong for that." Lucas carried on as if Krista wasn't speaking. The blonde violinist growled, and slowly stepped back from her podium. "I have no reason to harm anybody. I wish to leave this place as much as any of you, but why would I kill for it? Especially for a phone call? I have nobody to care about outside, why risk my life to take away another?" Lucas then grinned, though it was strained.

"Calvin though, doesn't he have a sister outside waiting for him? A precious girl that he would kill to return to? Surely that means that he had reason to do it! Tell me Calvin, where were you when—!" Lucas was cut short by Krista. The blonde had limped to the other side of the court whilst Lucas was talking, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Her heel clicked against the floor, but her shoes seemed to be tied in an awkward manner. The violinist approached him, her hand reaching up to his shirt to rip the garment open.

A normal Krista would have been too mortified to do such a thing, but this Krista was too enraged. Lucas's eyes grew wide, and beneath the shirt revealed black and blue bruises along his chest. The investigator immediately covered his chest again, but Krista had ripped out the buttons as well. "What the hell?!"

"You killed Mondatta!" The violinist took a wobbly step back. The investigator shook his head, his grin forming into a scowl.

"You daft bimbo, do you really not understand what is going on here?!" Lucas started to step forward and close the gap, only to pause. "Do you not realise we are in a fucking hospital? Why the fuck do you think I'm here in the first place?! I knew you were a fucking idiot but I didn't realise how useless that tiny brain of yours is—!"

Krista looked at Calvin instead. "Looks like we've found a snare in his plan, why don't we prove that he's a lyre once and for all?" She glared at Lucas. "Calvin, please take off your shirt."

Minutes to Manhattan

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"So... How is it over there?"

There was an irritated grumble in response, but Analise took that in her stride. She kept one eye on the man on her laptop screen, whilst the other fiddled around with her earring. "Fine, tell me. Have you met any friends?"

"No." The voice was gruff, and filled with just as much irritation. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Why not?" Analise looked confused, her full attention diverted to the laptop now. "Benji! come on, you know having some friends with you will help! Time goes faster when you're en-"

"Enjoying myself, yes, I know. Tell me, Anna, do you really think this is the time and place for me to enjoy myself?" Anna opened her mouth immediately, ready to cut in, only to not say anything. Benji humphed. "You know mother dearest does not want that to happen." Benji sounded bitter. Anna watched as Benji adjusted himself in his bed, the screen shaking almost violently until he found a better position.

The boy on screen looked like nothing Anna remembered him to be. He was gone for almost five months, yet he somehow looked worse than before he had left. The dark circles under his eyes, the permanent frown on his face, Anna didn't like it. She tried asking her parents to let Benji come back home, that he had done enough, but Cassandra wasn't having any of it. Anna understood why, Benji needed to grow out of his rebellious habits and their mother was only trying to help, but it still broke Anna's heart to see her brother look so tired.

"Benji... you know she isn't like that..." Anna said, sadly. She just received another scoff in response, and Anna knew the conversation was over. Anna glanced at her phone, the screen flashing to show her the time. Her eyes widened and she stood up quickly, almost knocking her laptop off the desk in her haste. "Oh no, we're going to be late...!" Anna scurried back towards her bed, on top of which was a small grey and white Shih Tzu lying on the sheets. Anna reached out to touch the dog's head, only for the dog to bury himself deeper into the comfortable bed. Analise heard a laugh from her laptop, and she gave Benji a pout as she reached down beside her bed to grab a discarded shoe box.

Benji whistled and the dog's ears perked up. "Winston!" Anna wailed as the dog raced towards her laptop, his little legs struggling to reach the table. Benji laughed again, seemingly entertained as Anna hopped on one foot towards the laptop, bringing the camera down towards the dog whilst she tried wearing her shoes.

"Why are you so dolled up anyway? What's the plan?" Anna took a moment to respond, finally slipping her feet into the heels. When she stood up, Analise gave a twirl in front of the camera. It was a strapless, sweetheart neckline with dark stones lining the neckline. The dress was almost skin toned; a reddish brown shade. Underneath was 4-inch peep-toe stiletto heels that were secured around her ankles with a cute buckle, a similar shade of nude.

"You know Audrey right? Her family is hosting a New Years Eve party, and we were all invited. Miranda Priestly will be there so I must look good." She then looked at Benji. "Do you think she'll like it?" Anna chewed at her bottom lip.

"She'll be stupid not to love it." Benji sounded sincere, and Analise gave a sigh of relief. She reached down to give Benji a flying kiss on camera, grinning widely.

"You're the best brother ever." Benji rolled his eyes and shut the feed. Anna pouted at the sudden end of the Skype call, but she noticed Benji was still typing.

I love you too.

Anna couldn't stop grinning as she logged off, shutting her laptop just as her mother and father called for her.

The smile remained throughout the ride to the party venue. She kept her phone in her hand, her nails clicking on the screen as she typed up her responses to her ever growing list of people to text. Even now, Analise was busy trying to help her friends with their New Year's Eve dates. What better role for the girl with many friends than playing the matchmaker?

"Analise, dearest. Isn't it time you put down your phone?" Cassandra finally asked, the fiftieth buzz of Anna's phone finally grating on the elder blonde's nerve. "We're here now, you don't want to be rude to our hosts, do you?"

Analise pressed the send button before locking the device and tucking it away into a clutch, finally looking at her mother. She shook her head as their chauffeur opened the door for the three of them. Being the closest to the door, Analise stepped out first, followed by her mother and then her father.

Fifteen minutes after the Hunstbergs had arrived, the Arnettes followed.

Inside, Anna spotted Audrey in the crowd with Christian and her beautiful cousin, Delilah. She excused herself from her parents' side, letting the elder Arnettes interact with the rest of the guests whilst Analise took small, hurried steps towards her best friend. "Auuuuuuuuudreeeyy!" When close enough, Anna gave all three of them a hug - Audrey obviously getting the tightest hug. "I missed you!"

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Krista squealed, hiding her face as Caora and Davis began to strip. That was NOT expected, and she felt a little faint from the blood suddenly rushing to her cheeks. "W-wait! Please! Don't!" Her voice sounded muffled from behind her hands, and you could clearly hear the embarrassment.

Lucas just ignored the two, looking directly at Calvin. "There was no fight. Let's look at it this way: if Mondatta and the killer were at a stand off, wouldn't you expect there to be more... damage? It's possible to believe the killer was interrupted by Miss Müller, only to change his plan and wait for Mondatta, thus leaving Miss Müller as a scapegoat. How else would you explain the knife and lack of footprints?"

Krista perked up, just barely peeking her enflamed face through her hands to speak a little clearer. "Wait... why did you say his? Are you still pointing this all on Calvin?"

The investigator shrugged. "When I first checked the cave before asking Miss Müller and Mondatta to join me, I never saw anything indicating that somebody was planning on murdering anybody. Whatever it was, the killer began preparing only after the three of us were planning to go."

Starkissed

Noora Roven / Aena / Goddess of the Sun, Fire and Festivities

⍚ Anora "Noora" Roven ⥥ 18 ⥥ Female ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Rules were made to be broken."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

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Anora, or Noora as she is affectionately known as in her tribe, emits an aura of confidence and power. Her walk is that of royalty: head held high, back straight with perfect posture. Daily "lady" lessons from her mother helped with the posture, but Noora's confidence in herself is something to be noted. Noora always has a smile or a smirk depending on the situation - the cocky attitude can be seen from a mile away. Her body is slim, but athletic and allowing her to be of some use during combat - even if it may not be much. Noora is of short stature: 5 foot 4, or 1.64m which is average for the women in her tribe, even if it is quite short. Whilst she is by no means the tallest or strongest looking person, it doesn't stop Noora from being confrontational if need be. Noora has certainly inherited her mother's looks, like her sister.

Noora's skin is tanner compared to her younger sister, more akin to her older brother, who works and trains outside most hours of the day. Noora isn't afraid to get dirty, and as such, her nails and clothes can often be seen dirty, as though she was rolling in soil (which... isn't far from the truth actually). Noora wears her scars, like her birthmark, with pride. Any mark on her symbolises activity to her. Her hair is a strawberry blonde shade, and too long for her liking. The locks almost touch her elbows in length and are very frizzy and curly. It is often tied up and hidden away in braids so it wouldn't bother her whilst training. Her eyes are a bright shade of blue, and considered very striking and memorable, framed by thick, dark eyelashes.

The clothes Noora wears is practical, common for her people. A simple tunic that is lined with fur to keep her warm whilst riding her horse, thick trousers and fur-lined boots. Whilst doing her duties as the chieftain's daughter, Noora can be seen in a dark dress that is tightened around the waist with a fur belt, a place where she tucks her deerskin pouch filled with treats for her horse, Eldon.

Noora's curse mark is in the shape of a simple grapevine on the nape of her neck. The design of this "birthmark" baffled her parents, but Noora jokes that it was her fate to be a lover of wine. The mark is often covered by her clothes or her hair when let down, but Noora isn't ashamed of showing it as if she's proud to have such a strange birthmark. When Noora uses up too much of her powers, the grapes wilt and lose colour until poison reaches Noora's heart, poisoning her.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

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⍚ Blunt ⍚ Free-spirited ⍚ Determined ⍚ Risk taker ⍚

Noora's personality always has an impact on her immediate surroundings. You can easily spot her in a crowd of people, being the one laughing and entertaining with a blunt humour that treads the line between appropriate and inappropriateness. Noora is a risk taker, someone who does something before thinking about it. This, coupled with her hair-trigger anger can lead to unnecessary friction between her and others. Noora is direct and blunt, never sugar coating her words causing her to be slightly insensitive. Something bothering her? You'll know about it. Noora never hides what she thinks because she never has to, and always appreciates when the same is done with her.

Noora enjoys living life as it is, and risky behaviour is such a thrill that Noora just can't help but leap into something without thinking twice - or once. She's unstructured and she's bold and full of energy and loves to push the boundary between what she should to and what she shouldn't. Why force yourself to live with such restrictions? That's the only way to enjoy life and learn new things! Noora is also very emotional. When she feels something, she feels it deeply, but instead of dealing with her emotions rationally, Noora can easily let it escalate to anger and confrontation. She doesn't let something go: her pride will never allow her to forget if someone has wronged her, but she does try to forgive.

Noora is a free spirit, and thus very defiant of rules. If she's determined to do something, she'll find a way to do it no matter how long she has to wait.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

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Anora, or Noora, is a member of the Bellcairn tribe, found in the Midlands. She was born to the chief, Tybost, and a beautiful healer, Anastia, originally hailing from the Abaneki tribe. Their union resulted in Theodoric, a boy of great honour and dreams like his father, Noora three years later and Anina five years after Theodoric.

Being the middle child, Anora had no chance of being the chieftain so she and her younger sister were raised to ride horses and to be good wives, as a measure to improve diplomatic relations with other tribes.

The sisters were forced to sit through lessons by their mother, being taught how to sing and dance and how to charm their future husbands. Where Anina flourished in these lessons, Noora failed. It wasn't as if she didn't try; Noora just didn't have the voice or the gracefulness of someone from Abaneki. Her sister had inherited it, not her. Instead, Noora was interested in sword fighting and horse-riding.

When she finished her horse-riding lessons from her father at the age of twelve, he proudly commented on how his daughter was the best rider in the land. Whilst Noora was sure he was just exaggerating, Noora couldn't help but inflate with pride herself. If she was a good horse rider, why couldn't she learn how to wield a sword? Maybe she'd be a better fighter than her brother! The idea was immediately shut down by both her parents, who couldn't allow for their daughter to get injured whilst training and ruin her good looks inherited from Anastia. But the stubborn child wouldn't take no for an answer. She kept pleading her parents, despite anticipating the rejection every single time. At the age of fifteen, when Theodoric was finally done with his training and was officially a member of the Riding Guards, Noora turned her attention towards him.

She kept pestering Theodoric for a while until the boy finally relented. Theodoric trained his sister in secret during the nights, for the next few years until she turned eighteen. The siblings were never caught, but after a close call, Theodoric refused to train her any further than he already had. Noora reluctantly agreed and resumed training on her own. Over the years she grew more daring and would sneak out of the village grounds to hunt, even though she was mostly unsuccessful due to her lack of skills and the dark.

Now with the gathering of the Clans coming up, her father hopes that Noora and her sister would marry a suitable suitor from another clan, whilst Noora wishes there would be a good place for her to spar somebody.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Aena ⥥ Godess of the Sun, Fire and Festivities ⥥ Female ⥥ Pansexual ⍚

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

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Early depictions of the Goddess of the Sun show a woman with long hair, usually blonde, in a pale white dress. In fact, this description isn't that far from the truth. Aena always favours her human form over an ethereal body. Aena stands at a tall 152cm, or 5'11 and apart from her height, she could easily blend in with other humans. Her eyes are a bright blue shade and with long, straight platinum blonde hair, Aena looks as cold as she does fierce.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

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↳ Also referred to as the "Mother of the Sun"
↳ Warmth
↳ Peace
↳ Summer
↳ Celebrations
↳ Gentle

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

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There have been mixed reports about how the Goddess of the Sun came to be. Some say she was born after the need for a summer rose from the people after suffering from too many harsh winters in the Ice Age. Others say she was always around, as old as the sun itself - the mother of the sun, in fact. However, the story about how the Goddess created a sun for the planet remains:

The kindly Goddess watched in despair as the planet suffered through too many cold storms, killing what little life dwelled on the planet every day. To stop such events, Aena created the sun for the Earth to orbit around, giving life on the planet warmth and light to look forward to every new day.

The giving goddess did all she could to keep those that worshipped her happy. Those that sent a prayer were more often than not blessed if it was within Aena's place to do so, and the Dark Gods took advantage of that trait. Aena was never aware of her Starkissed. She wasn't sure if she had even met them yet, but the Dark Gods didn't take pity on the Goddess. Disguised as a widowed woman begging for her son to return home safely from the war, the Dark God that cursed Aena to her new life as a mortal tricked the goddess and soon Aena was no more.

At least, until she took her first breath as Anora Roven.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

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• Perceptive — Noora is observant and can sense a shift in the mood or an atmosphere.
• Sociable — Noora's confidence in herself makes her a natural leader than a follower. She has a knack for making use of her social interactions to get to know others and isn't shy to meet new people.
• Literate — Her mother insisted on Noora learning how to read and write as a child for her training.

• Hunting — Well, Noora knows how to do it but lacks much experience.
• Silent — She is light on her feet and can sneak up on somebody if she chooses to.
• Horse riding — Thanks to her brother, Noora knows how to wield a blade whilst on horseback.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

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Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Let There Be Light
Noora can create beams of light to bring attention to something, or escape a particularly nasty situation.

Blinded — Noora can focus a bright light, almost like a spotlight, on somebody to blind them for a short time and allow herself the chance to escape.
Festive Spirit — As the Goddess of Festivities, Noora can decree a day to be a holiday, compelling people to feel festive and have a need to celebrate through a party or gathering of sorts, improving everybody's moods.
Now You See Me — Noora can create three copies of herself using light. These copies of herself are illusions of herself.

Fighting Fire With Fire
Fire doesn't always have to burn. Noora can use the flames to bring something to ash or to heal people.

Blessed by the Flames — As the Goddess of Fire, Noora can also bless people and give them temporary immunity to flames. This ability lasts for a day and Noora can bless herself as well.
Healing Fire — Noora can create a special flame to heal herself and others. It doesn't work if the target is close to death, or is inflicted by something that cannot be treated such as some magical injuries.
Playing With Fire — Noora can create flames to set a flammable object aflame.

The Rising Sun
The energy from the sun doesn't always have to bring joy and warmth to people. Noora can curse or induce a drought and make an already hard condition to live in near impossible.

Driven Insane — Noora can place a form of a sun curse on an individual which causes them to be driven insane when under sunlight. This means that the Cursed's ability to fight is severely impacted when they come into contact with the sun. This is only active when the target is outside and still works even if they wear a cloak.
Rain, Rain Go Away — Noora can increase the intensity of sunlight to cause high temperatures and radiation. This ability lasts for a week and can induce a drought in already arid places.
Supernova — As her final ability, Noora can call upon the sun and use it's energy to create an explosion akin to a supernova. The blast radius is 5 miles, and the heat in the surrounding area making living after the explosion in the area almost impossible. The effects linger for a few years. The use of this ability will result in Noora's death.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

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A dagger.
Carrot and apple pieces to treat her horse, Eldon.
A small, deerskin pouch gifted by her brother to keep those treats.
Her usual clothes (what she wears when riding her horse).

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Colour Code: 6A1A66

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes!
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Starkissed

@Mae I told Melo this on Discord already, but I feel it'll be good to say it here as well. I think I'd like to just keep the illusions at three simple ones instead of one complicated one. What could possibly go wrong?

Also, clarified the healing fire ability. And I had some details about the Bellcairn tribe in a hider below, is that enough or would you like me to add more detail?

Starkissed

<Snipped quote by 13org>

Life expectancies were usually early thirties. But the thing was: You either died below the age of 10... or your life expectancy went up by a lot (40-50)

@Melo

This makes me wonder what happened to those gods that didn't make it past the age of 10 o.o

Starkissed

@Mae@Melo Here we go! Special shout out to Melo for all his help ❤

Noora Roven / Aena / Goddess of the Sun, Fire and Festivities

⍚ Anora "Noora" Roven ⥥ 18 ⥥ Female ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Rules were made to be broken."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

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Anora, or Noora as she is affectionately known as in her tribe, emits an aura of confidence and power. Her walk is that of royalty: head held high, back straight with perfect posture. Daily "lady" lessons from her mother helped with the posture, but Noora's confidence in herself is something to be noted. Noora always has a smile or a smirk depending on the situation - the cocky attitude can be seen from a mile away. Her body is slim, but athletic and allowing her to be of some use during combat - even if it may not be much. Noora is of short stature: 5 foot 4, or 1.64m which is average for the women in her tribe, even if it is quite short. Whilst she is by no means the tallest or strongest looking person, it doesn't stop Noora from being confrontational if need be. Noora has certainly inherited her mother's looks, like her sister.

Noora's skin is tanner compared to her younger sister, more akin to her older brother, who works and trains outside most hours of the day. Noora isn't afraid to get dirty, and as such, her nails and clothes can often be seen dirty, as though she was rolling in soil (which... isn't far from the truth actually). Noora wears her scars, like her birthmark, with pride. Any mark on her symbolises activity to her. Her hair is a strawberry blonde shade, and too long for her liking. The locks almost touch her elbows in length and are very frizzy and curly. It is often tied up and hidden away in braids so it wouldn't bother her whilst training. Her eyes are a bright shade of blue, and considered very striking and memorable, framed by thick, dark eyelashes.

The clothes Noora wears is practical, common for her people. A simple tunic that is lined with fur to keep her warm whilst riding her horse, thick trousers and fur-lined boots. Whilst doing her duties as the chieftain's daughter, Noora can be seen in a dark dress that is tightened around the waist with a fur belt, a place where she tucks her deerskin pouch filled with treats for her horse, Eldon.

Noora's curse mark is in the shape of a simple grapevine on the nape of her neck. The design of this "birthmark" baffled her parents, but Noora jokes that it was her fate to be a lover of wine. The mark is often covered by her clothes or her hair when let down, but Noora isn't ashamed of showing it as if she's proud to have such a strange birthmark. When Noora uses up too much of her powers, the grapes wilt and lose colour until poison reaches Noora's heart, poisoning her.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

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⍚ Blunt ⍚ Free-spirited ⍚ Determined ⍚ Risk taker ⍚

Noora's personality always has an impact on her immediate surroundings. You can easily spot her in a crowd of people, being the one laughing and entertaining with a blunt humour that treads the line between appropriate and inappropriateness. Noora is a risk taker, someone who does something before thinking about it. This, coupled with her hair-trigger anger can lead to unnecessary friction between her and others. Noora is direct and blunt, never sugar coating her words causing her to be slightly insensitive. Something bothering her? You'll know about it. Noora never hides what she thinks because she never has to, and always appreciates when the same is done with her.

Noora enjoys living life as it is, and risky behaviour is such a thrill that Noora just can't help but leap into something without thinking twice - or once. She's unstructured and she's bold and full of energy and loves to push the boundary between what she should to and what she shouldn't. Why force yourself to live with such restrictions? That's the only way to enjoy life and learn new things! Noora is also very emotional. When she feels something, she feels it deeply, but instead of dealing with her emotions rationally, Noora can easily let it escalate to anger and confrontation. She doesn't let something go: her pride will never allow her to forget if someone has wronged her, but she does try to forgive.

Noora is a free spirit, and thus very defiant of rules. If she's determined to do something, she'll find a way to do it no matter how long she has to wait.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

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Anora, or Noora, is a member of the Bellcairn tribe, found in the Midlands. She was born to the chief, Tybost, and a beautiful healer, Anastia, originally hailing from the Abaneki tribe. Their union resulted in Theodoric, a boy of great honour and dreams like his father, Noora three years later and Anina five years after Theodoric.

Being the middle child, Anora had no chance of being the chieftain so she and her younger sister were raised to ride horses and to be good wives, as a measure to improve diplomatic relations with other tribes.

The sisters were forced to sit through lessons by their mother, being taught how to sing and dance and how to charm their future husbands. Where Anina flourished in these lessons, Noora failed. It wasn't as if she didn't try; Noora just didn't have the voice or the gracefulness of someone from Abaneki. Her sister had inherited it, not her. Instead, Noora was interested in sword fighting and horse-riding.

When she finished her horse-riding lessons from her father at the age of twelve, he proudly commented on how his daughter was the best rider in the land. Whilst Noora was sure he was just exaggerating, Noora couldn't help but inflate with pride herself. If she was a good horse rider, why couldn't she learn how to wield a sword? Maybe she'd be a better fighter than her brother! The idea was immediately shut down by both her parents, who couldn't allow for their daughter to get injured whilst training and ruin her good looks inherited from Anastia. But the stubborn child wouldn't take no for an answer. She kept pleading her parents, despite anticipating the rejection every single time. At the age of fifteen, when Theodoric was finally done with his training and was officially a member of the Riding Guards, Noora turned her attention towards him.

She kept pestering Theodoric for a while until the boy finally relented. Theodoric trained his sister in secret during the nights, for the next few years until she turned eighteen. The siblings were never caught, but after a close call, Theodoric refused to train her any further than he already had. Noora reluctantly agreed and resumed training on her own. Over the years she grew more daring and would sneak out of the village grounds to hunt, even though she was mostly unsuccessful due to her lack of skills and the dark.

Now with the gathering of the Clans coming up, her father hopes that Noora and her sister would marry a suitable suitor from another clan, whilst Noora wishes there would be a good place for her to spar somebody.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Aena ⥥ Godess of the Sun, Fire and Festivities ⥥ Female ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

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Early depictions of the Goddess of the Sun show a woman with long hair, usually blonde, in a pale white dress. In fact, this description isn't that far from the truth. Aena always favours her human form over an ethereal body. Aena stands at a tall 152cm, or 5'11 and apart from her height, she could easily blend in with other humans. Her eyes are a bright blue shade and with long, straight platinum blonde hair, Aena looks as cold as she does fierce.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

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↳ Also referred to as the "Mother of the Sun"
↳ Warmth
↳ Peace
↳ Summer
↳ Celebrations
↳ Gentle

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

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There have been mixed reports about how the Goddess of the Sun came to be. Some say she was born after the need for a summer rose from the people after suffering from too many harsh winters in the Ice Age. Others say she was always around, as old as the sun itself - the mother of the sun, in fact. However, the story about how the Goddess created a sun for the planet remains:

The kindly Goddess watched in despair as the planet suffered through too many cold storms, killing what little life dwelled on the planet every day. To stop such events, Aena created the sun for the Earth to orbit around, giving life on the planet warmth and light to look forward to every new day.

The giving goddess did all she could to keep those that worshipped her happy. Those that sent a prayer were more often than not blessed if it was within Aena's place to do so, and the Dark Gods took advantage of that trait. Aena was never aware of her Starkissed. She wasn't sure if she had even met them yet, but the Dark Gods didn't take pity on the Goddess. Disguised as a widowed woman begging for her son to return home safely from the war, the Dark God that cursed Aena to her new life as a mortal tricked the goddess and soon Aena was no more.

At least, until she took her first breath as Anora Roven.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}

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• Perceptive — Noora is observant and can sense a shift in the mood or an atmosphere.
• Sociable — Noora's confidence in herself makes her a natural leader than a follower. She has a knack for making use of her social interactions to get to know others and isn't shy to meet new people.
• Literate — Her mother insisted on Noora learning how to read and write as a child for her training.

• Hunting — Well, Noora knows how to do it but lacks much experience.
• Silent — She is light on her feet and can sneak up on somebody if she chooses to.
• Horse riding — Thanks to her brother, Noora knows how to wield a blade whilst on horseback.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}

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Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Let There Be Light
Noora can create beams of light to bring attention to something, or escape a particularly nasty situation.

Blinded — Noora can focus a bright light, almost like a spotlight, on somebody to blind them for a short time and allow herself the chance to escape.
Festive Spirit — As the Goddess of Festivities, Noora can decree a day to be a holiday, compelling people to feel festive and have a need to celebrate through a party or gathering of sorts, improving everybody's moods.
Now You See Me — Noora can create three copies of herself using light. These copies of herself are illusions of herself.

Fighting Fire With Fire
Fire doesn't always have to burn. Noora can use the flames to bring something to ash or to heal people.

Blessed by the Flames — As the Goddess of Fire, Noora can also bless people and give them temporary immunity to flames. This ability lasts for a day and Noora can bless herself as well.
Healing Fire — Noora can create a special flame to heal herself and others. It doesn't work if the target is close to death, or is inflicted by something that cannot be treated.
Playing With Fire — Noora can create flames to set a flammable object aflame.

The Rising Sun
The energy from the sun doesn't always have to bring joy and warmth to people. Noora can curse or induce a drought and make an already hard condition to live in near impossible.

Driven Insane — Noora can place a form of a sun curse on an individual which causes them to be driven insane when under sunlight. This means that the Cursed's ability to fight is severely impacted when they come into contact with the sun. This is only active when the target is outside and still works even if they wear a cloak.
Rain, Rain Go Away — Noora can increase the intensity of sunlight to cause high temperatures and radiation. This ability lasts for a week and can induce a drought in already arid places.
Supernova — As her final ability, Noora can call upon the sun and use it's energy to create an explosion akin to a supernova. The blast radius is 5 miles, and the heat in the surrounding area making living after the explosion in the area almost impossible. The effects linger for a few years. The use of this ability will result in Noora's death.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

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A dagger.
Carrot and apple pieces to treat her horse, Eldon.
A small, deerskin pouch gifted by her brother to keep those treats.
Her usual clothes (what she wears when riding her horse).

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Colour Code: 6A1A66

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Bellcairn Tribe

The village of Bellcairn is similar to that of The Roamwyns. It can be found in the plains and is rich with farmland, but more specifically: horses. The Bellcairn are notable for their domestication of horses, goats and cattle. The people from this tribe are excellent rides, surpassed by none. The climate at Bellcairn is mostly warm but experienced its fair share of tropical storms.

The tribe is close-knit: everybody knows everyone, but it doesn't mean people get along often. Whilst the people from the Bellcairn tribe are joyful, they are just as much filled with pride and have egos rivalling the size of the horse they ride. The Bellcairn also have a reputation for being rough around the edges and straight to the point - almost to the point of rudeness, which only added to their reason for being such a recluse for many years. The men of the tribe are typically the warriors and protectors: they gather the food and keep the village safe, whilst the women are trained to tend to the stables and their homes. The tribe used to be reclusive, their new chieftain recently taking the initiative to improve relations with others. Thanks to their plentiful access to horses, cattle and goats, the Bellcairn tend to trade the creatures in favour of food or for gold.