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`|-**𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝑜𝓌𝓃**`
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Charity Beach: Paradise Gone [Semi-Sandbox/Superhuman]

Okay I am putting into place a new rule: Defacto has to run anything he posts by me before he posts it for quality assurance.

Aka. I have to filter his brain cell destroying autism.

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓲-𝓛𝓲 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 is hidden in plain sight. The school itself is located on the outskirts of Singapore, and behind the school lies the last remaining bit of Singapore's natural jungles, the Gui Jungle. The Mei-Li Institute of Arts and Sciences is officially registered as a prestigious private academy for girls, and all the buildings, classrooms, and dormitories are equipped with ancient illusions and glamours that take effect as soon as the presence of a human is detected on the school property. The buildings themselves are fairly new and modern, all polished glass and streamlined edges.]

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓾𝓲 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 is the last remaining bit of Singapore's natural jungles. It has been protected from human eyes and greed alike with millennia-old magic, employing the use of illusions, enchantments, and glamours. Although it is otherwise an ordinary jungle (and even ordinary jungles are far from, well, *ordinary*, but I digress), the sorceresses of the Institute can find many rare plants and animals in the jungle, which helps them make potions of all sorts. At the Institute, one of the most infamous detention assignments is going into the jungle with Professor Raja in order to find rare plants. No amount of *feng you jing* or *qing liang you* will deter the mosquitoes of the jungle.]

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂, located at the very edge of school grounds, is the subject of plenty of rumors. Upperclassmen like to scare freshmen with stories of the spirits of past monks that still linger within the ruins. No student has been inside, however; the ruins are strictly off-limits, though it is never specified as to *why*.]

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 is a large house in the center of school property, built when Singapore was still a British colony. It is one of the most-frequented buildings on school grounds, thanks to the fact that the main dining room and the library are here. It also houses the headmistress's office and other administrative offices, as well as a multitude of common areas, study rooms, and lounges.]

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓥𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓼/𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 are also scattered around the school grounds, for those who are just looking for a quick bite to eat. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽 is in the same building as the gymnasium, and sells typical Asian fast food (stir-fry, ramen, rice, noodles/soup, etc) as well as pizza, fries, sandwiches, and salads. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 caters to the 'crazy rich' portion of the student population, with its fairy-tale palace decor, Vietnamese iced coffee, over-priced bubble tea, and kawaii sweet treats. Finally, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓪 serves traditional Asian teas of all sorts. Students can also take free calligraphy lessons there, since the owner is a dear friend of the headmistress's.]

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 is something that one is born with, though it takes years of study and practice in order to perfect it. Children with at least one magical parent are always born with magic, and there are also cases where children with no magical ancestry at all are born with magic.]

%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[There are many ways to practice magic, though the form taught at the Institute and spear-headed by its original founders is widely regarded as the "official" way of doing so. It is described as an energy from within that magical individuals must harness in order to put it to use. It is a precise, exacting science, and even one slight mispronunciation of a spell could send the entire thing out of whack. ]

%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[Magic, as it is taught at the Institute, is inherently spell-based. Even so-called 'magic potions' require an activation spell, and charms, talismans, and magical amulets and artifacts are usually all created with spells and enchantments as well. Many spells read like short poems, and are written the same way that one would write a haiku (5-7-5 syllables per line) or a classical Chinese verse (4 lines, 5 characters per line, AABA or ABCB rhyme scheme). There are also a number of spells that have been incorporated into Chinese culture as common 4-word sayings. All spells are taught in Asian languages at the Institute, with the most common language being, unsurprisingly, Mandarin Chinese.]

||𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 derived from two words that have become associated with each other through their pronunciations also have magical importance, though this 'science' is much less precise than that of spells. Some examples:

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 **(死亡):** the color white, the number four (四)

𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓴: the colors red/yellow/gold, hanging a 福 (fu) sign upside down, chicken (because the word for chicken, 鸡/ji, is similar to the first word of the phrase for auspicious 吉利/ji li)

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂: the number eight (八/ba), because its pronunciation is very similar to the word associated with getting rich (发/fa)

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮: the number two (二/er), because it sounds like the word for love (爱/ai)

𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮: the number three (三/san)

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𝓕𝓮𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓲, also known as 𝓰𝓮𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂, is (according to Wikipedia) "a pseudoscience originating from China, which claims to use energy forces to harmonize individuals with their surrounding environment". The truth, however, is a lot more complicated-some feng shui practices stem from true magical origins, while others are laughably useless, and still others are just plain...common sense.

While spells and most other magical applications require the use of internal energy, 𝓰𝓮𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂 requires that one harness *external* spiritual energy. However, this external energy is usually quite weak, so more often than not, geomancy is used in addition to regular ol' spell-casting in order to achieve the desired effect. A few basic examples:

𝓒𝓻𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 **(水晶球)** infused with the correct spells are used to bring harmonious, calming energy to any space. For example, a clear quartz crystal ball can be placed in the living room to soothe and clear the energy. Contrary to popular belief, they have no uses in seeing the future.

𝓒𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓼 help encourage auspicious harmony. As such, circular rugs and circular tables are quite popular.

𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 are also regarded as auspicious, and they allegedly protect homes and businesses from evil. Although the magical community knows that plain old stone lions really don't do anything, magic folk will nevertheless take advantage of their popularity and/or ubiquitous nature and convert them into magical items that serve protective purposes.

𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓼 are all placed on the inside of closet doors. Since students at the Institute are learning basic astral projection, and returning spirits may get confused to which medium-the reflection of the body, or the actual body-they should go back in. Therefore, having mirrors reflecting into the room or reflecting the bed makes people tired and dizzy the next morning.

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𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 are two skills that can be mastered through intense study and practice, though even the Institute only has the capacity to teach students basic astral projection during their time at the school (and shapeshifting isn't even touched upon). A student must be taught how to separate their spirit from their physical body, which is definitely not an easy process. However, while learning how to do so, there are many times where the spirit and the body will separate themselves (outside of the volition of the person themselves), especially when the person is sleeping.

𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 exist for a variety of uses. In fact, many traditional Asian herbal remedies are derived from magical potions (though they do not include the spell component, which is an essential part of all potions).]

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 is used to sort incoming students into four different houses. Students are brought to a wide river, and given a stone. A professor gives them four different sets of spells to try out, all centered around getting the stone across the river. Students are sorted into houses depending on which one they find the easiest. ]

||The 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓰-𝓷𝓲𝓾 technique requires actively navigating the stone across the river at an even pace, skirting around any obstacles that are encountered and taking advantage of the river's currents. It requires focus, concentration, and patience. This is the technique of 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓲.

The 𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓷-𝓽𝓾 technique involves using a series of spells to quite literally *skip* the stone across the water while avoiding any potential obstacles. It requires quick-thinking and creativity-and above all, energy. This is the technique of 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷.

The 𝓺𝓲𝓾-𝓼𝓱𝓾 technique involves using spells in order to take advantage of the surrounding environment-other stones, plants, the wind, water currents, even debris such as driftwood and litter. It requires cleverness, intelligence, and an analytical assessment of the big picture. This is the technique of 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓙𝓾.

Finally, the 𝔁𝓲𝓪-𝓱𝓾 technique involves using magic to have the stone plow straight across the water, heedless of any potential obstacles or the water's currents. It requires determination, resolve, and an ability to take challenges head-on. This is the technique of 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓷.||

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷 is the house of the rabbit, the orchid, and spring. Their colors are purple and yellow, and sorceresses in House Lan are known for their friendly and outgoing nature. Like the rabbit who hopped from stone to stone across the Heavenly River in order to earn its place on the zodiac, sorceresses of House Lan are tirelessly energetic. They love deeply, and they have an open-minded empathy for others that makes them well-liked by their peers; it isn't an exaggeration to say that they can see the silver lining on every storm cloud. However, these sorceresses are also perfectionists, always striving to meet the high standards that they set for themselves, and they can be manipulative, petty, and two-faced if they think they have been wronged. They tend to be rather emotional, and they can also be quite indecisive, not wanting to hurt anybody's feelings. House Lan's dorms are located in a renovated ancient Chinese village, with pagodas and water lilies and moon doors galore.]

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓙𝓾 is the house of the rat, the chrysanthemum, and autumn. Their colors are orange and gold, and sorceresses of House Ju are known for their cleverness and intelligence, taking after the rat who became first on the zodiac by devising a cunning plan in order to win the race across the Heavenly River. Quick-witted, charming, and persuasive, these sorceresses are smart and adaptable, capable of seeing the "big picture" and quickly analyzing all the different components of a situation. They are risk-takers who aren't afraid to think outside the box and try something that nobody has ever tried before. However, sorceresses who are placed in House Ju are sometimes described as sly, cunning, and ruthless-and although this is an extreme characterization of them, it stems from a seed of truth. They are not afraid to bend the rules for their own benefit, and can be a bit judgmental of other people. House Ju's dorms are located in house that brings back memories of 1930s Shanghai; all gilt-lined panels and luxurious four-poster beds.]

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%(white)[▏▏]%(sandybrown)[𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓷 is the house of the tiger, the lotus, and summer. Their colors are light pink and green, and sorceresses of House Ju are known for their courage and resolve. Indeed, like the lotus blossom itself, the sorceresses of House Lian are capable of going through hell and back without letting the world change their core values. Energetic and humorous, they are the true "rebels with a cause", though they also tend to be emotionally sensitive (almost *prickly*) and go way too overboard with some things. Sorceresses of House Lian thrive in the limelight, almost to the point of being attention whores, and they can also be rather reckless and/or impulsive; indeed, there are definitely people who have said that they can't tell whether these sorceresses are reckless, brave, or both). House Lian's dorms are located in a vintage luxury hotel/lodge. They love scaring people with the giant stuffed tiger in the main foyer.]

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|-[𝓒𝓒𝓒: 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝔃𝔂 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓱...𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼?!](link)-|
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|-%(sandybrown)[𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓲-𝓛𝓲 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 is widely known as *the* most prestigious all-girls' academy for the arcane arts in the entire world, and it is rumored that its history dates back to the ancient times, not long after Fuxi and Nüwa populated the world that Pangu split apart. The Institute's curriculum is extremely challenging, and only three kinds of sorceresses are admitted: the crazy rich, the crazy talented, and the crazy lucky.]-|

|-%(sandybrown)[For millennia, the academy flourished deep within the soaring peaks and plunging valleys of 𝓗𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓷, hidden from prying human eyes by seas of clouds and ancient magic alike. The sorceresses of the Institute remained insulated from political, social, and economic turmoil, and eight imperial dynasties came and went (with a smattering of warlords and general-kings in between).]-|

|-%(sandybrown)[With the abdication of the last Qing emperor, however, came a period of prolonged instability that even the Institute couldn't completely defend against. A variety of factors-with the most prominent being the conflict in between the Nationalists and the Communists and the Second Sino-Japanese War-led the headmistress to make the painful decision of relocating the school during the 1940s. However, during the relocation process, a surprise attack by 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 (humans who have discovered the existence of magic folk and vowed to hunt them down due to the danger they pose) forced the school to temporarily disband and go into hiding.]-|

|-%(sandybrown)[The Institute moved to 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓮, re-opening its doors in 1966, right after Singapore became an independent republic. Traditionally, the Institute only admitted students of East Asian and Southeast Asian descent, but with attacks by witch hunters armed with sub-machine guns and assault rifles on the rise, 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓲 𝓛𝓲𝓾 made the controversial decision to begin admitting students from all over the world, effective September 2019. The only condition was that sorceresses must know either Mandarin Chinese or English in order to apply...and that all applicants would be held to the same high standards of either wealth or talent, no matter their place of origin.]-|

|-%(sandybrown)[All's well that ends well, right? Well...that certainly remains to be seen. It's one month into the semester, and things are definitely not progressing as smoothly as hoped. And to make matters worse, 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓻 𝓦𝓾 has seen a terrifying future in her oracle bones...]-|

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Charity Beach: Paradise Gone [Semi-Sandbox/Superhuman]

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@Ruler Inc

Charity Beach: Paradise Gone [Semi-Sandbox/Superhuman]

@Ruler Inc no u

Charity Beach: Paradise Gone [Semi-Sandbox/Superhuman]

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Beach Festival Backstage.

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After a very productive morning and early afternoon, Chrissy was in her room, flicking through various social media apps when the sound of Aunt Jess rummaging around in the kitchen made her blood run cold.

Oh no, she thought, jumping out of her seat and sprinting outside.

In the kitchen, Chrissy's great-aunt was setting something into the microwave. Chrissy couldn't see what it was, but Aunt Jess could not be trusted with anything even remotely related to cooking. "Aunt Jess, what are you doing?" Chrissy hollered, running over to the microwave just in time to stop her great-aunt from turning it on.

Aunt Jess blinked at Chrissy from behind her glasses. "Just making tea," she said, and Chrissy glanced inside the microwave (why Aunt Jess was trying to microwave tea leaves, Chrissy wasn't sure, but...)

Sure enough, there was a mug, presumably filled with cold water and a tea bag. And...ah.

Chrissy plucked the spoon out of the mug. "I swear to god, Aunt Jess, you're going to kill us all someday," she grumbled under her breath, putting the spoon back into the cabinet.

Aunt Jess gave her a bewildered look. "What was that, dearie? Can you speak up?"

Chrissy let out a long-suffering sigh. "Nothing, Aunt Jess. Nothing at all."

*****

Later that afternoon, Chrissy and her great-aunt piled into her rental car and headed off towards the festival. Normally, Chrissy would have avoided that kind of event-the thought of all that corny festival stuff made her want to puke-but the mayor had invited Astrid Storm, also known as Sylvia Bertoose (the poor girl had a very unfortunate name, in Chrissy's opinion. It was no wonder she took on a stage name), and well...Chrissy went where the celebs were, is all she could say.

Chrissy was pretty up-to-date on this Astrid girl; she still looked like a pastel goth scene girl from 2008 who used 'rawr' and 'XD' and ':3' unironically. Gross. Didn't these people know that Avril Lavigne racoon eyes were so ten years ago???? Her music was also pretty annoying, in Chrissy's opinion; she'd had enough of white boy frat party music after one year of college, thank you very much.

But anyway, maybe she'd be able to find something she could turn into a story. Money didn't grow on trees, after all.

Chrissy pulled into the parking lot designated for the festival, muttering profanities under her breath at the complete lack of open spots. "You'd think that there wouldn't be anywhere with worse parking than L.A. Guess you'd be wrong," she grumbled to herself, deciding that she didn't give enough fucks to drive around the city like a headless chicken for an open spot and opting to squeeze the car into a tiny sliver of space between another car and the curb. Okay, so it wasn't an actual designated spot, but it was, uh, probably semi-legal? Right?

"C'mon, Aunt Jess, let's go," Chrissy said, stepping out into the blazing sunlight. She squinted, letting her eyes adjust to the light before giving herself a quick once-over with a compact mirror. Everything looked fine, from her high ponytail to her glossy, cherry-pink eyeshadow (which matched her sparkly pink platform heels).

Once they were inside the festival, Chrissy left Aunt Jess with some of her friends from Sunday night bingo or whatever and took one of the flyers advertising Astrid Storm's performance. Hmm, so it won't be for a little while. Wonder what she's up to right now?

Chrissy glanced at the time. Probably too early for her to be backstage already. Which leaves the tourbus, I guess?

Shrugging, Chrissy headed in the general direction that she thought the tourbus would be in. Back to the parking lot, I guess. Damn.

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It was quite busy for the performance for the famous singer Astrid Storm... they were trying to get everything set up. Meanwhile, in the tourbus, there was a celebration of the singer's own coming up... in a white hummer. As it approached; a group of about four people including Johnny, Gabriela, Jake and Jaska Valos stepped out and walked up to the door where there was a burly bouncer keeping watch with his arms crossed. The chubby bastard was shorter than Johnny! Speaking of which Johnny gave him a cocky smile as he approached, and kept his hands on his pockets as the bouncer said.

"Sorry, Astrid said no visitors, no autographs," The bouncer said.

"Well, 'Astrid' invited us in for a quick visit," Johnny tilted his head as he replied.

"I said no, she don't want no visitors,," Was the only response from the bouncer, "Now ge-"

"PATRICK!" Astrid shouts could be heard from inside the bus, and Patrick looked back to see Astrid's face pressed against the glass. "FUCK OFF ALREADY! THEY'RE COOL!"

Patrick grumbled as he stepped to the side and Johnny couldn't help but send a toothy grin his way that was more powerful than any middle finger. Fucker better know his place! Either way Johnny stepped past him and opened up the door to the tour bus and stepped inside. And the first sight was a sight he hadn't seen in years; his sister. You see, after their time in the Academy Sylvia managed to convince Gabe and Jake to help her become a star! All while Johnny tried to become the next Vito Corleone! Well, better luck next time. His sister was wearing boxers and a t-shirt with her hair done and straight. She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and playing on her phone.

"Sylvia! Long time no see!" Johnny said as he put his arms out for a hug.

"Sup motherfucker," Sylvia said as she didn't even lift her head up from her phone. "Ya' got any weed?"

"Love you too, sister..." Johnny groaned as he looked off to the side. "Yeah, we smoked it all before we got here."

"The fuck?!" Sylvia shouted. "How could you do this to meeeeeee?" She asked.

"Jaska's afraid of heights," Johnny said, and Jaska confirmed with a nod. "And we had to calm his nerves somehow!"

"Besides," Gabe injected, "You're about to perform, you need a clear head."

"That's why I need it."

"How the hell did you end up performing in this dump anyway?" Johnny asked as he looked around. "Last time I checked the mayor told us never to return here."

"And last I checked," Sylvia started off, mocking her brother, "We don't listen to chucklefucks." She cracked a grin.

Sylvia shrugged as she leaned back in the couch, "Besides, I go where the music takes me - mayor asks for a famous singer to come and then I answer it. Call it fate."

"Well, I at the very least, hope fates gets us some good weed!" Johnny said as he took a seat down next to Sylvia.

While they were talking, the most silent of the group; Jaska Valos, had his ears wide open. He didn't have much to say, but his ears perked up when he heard a foreign sound outside; separate from Patrick, right behind him. It sounded like someone walking up and he knew what to do. He leaned forward and whispered to the group, "There's someone outside."

"Oh shit, another pervert!" Sylvia damn near shouted. "Johnny, go out there and-" She was cut off when Johnny put fingers up to her lips.

"Shush, stupid," Johnny silenced his sister. "They're gonna get spooked and do something stupid."

His instincts quickly kicked in and he took control of the situation. This wasn't the first time somebody set their eyes on the Valos family, but thanks to Johnny he made sure every attempt was either a complete failure, or their last. The latter was preferable given how it simply ties up any loose ends. But, even if it was just some drunk asshole off wandering he wanted to make sure, because safe than sorry. Especially when there's three of his siblings nearby. Call it paranoia, but there was a saying that Johnny liked...

... You're only paranoid when you're wrong.

"Keep talkin', we don't want them to get suspicious," Johnny quietly said, "I'm gonna snuff this mothafucka out." He slowly got up and walked out the door.

"Okay motherfucker," Sylvia tried to force cheer to try not to sound creeped out right now, "So about that time I leaked my nudes by accident...

Then they proceeded to talk as Johnny reached into his coat and pulled out his revolver that he had hidden in his suit. The metal object felt heavy in his hands, and he kept it in his hands as he gave it a brief twirl before he quickly walked around the tourbus. He hoped that he didn't tip them off; what he wanted to do was catch them red handed. A lot of people will start talking when they're looking down the barrell of a pistol. Eventually he turned the corner and caught their little pervert red-handed! And it was actually quite a surprise.. instead of some shithead sent from the mafia or somebody getting ready to become very intimate with a bottle of lotion, it was some cute little Asian thing in all pink. Honestly, the girl needs to, you know, vary her colors - because that's basic fashion - but everything else about her was just so alluring. Shit, he had to make a good first impression... which a instument of instant death didn't make. And in a display of his quick hands he hid it in the back of his waistband as he gave her a warming smile.

"Oh, hey there," He said smoothly, "Whatcha' doin' snooping around this poor girl's tourbus? Wanted an autograph? Heh."

Chrissy was trying to figure out how the hell her five-foot-two ass (okay, five-seven with her heels, but still) was going to get a peek into the tourbus through one of the windows high up on the sides of the bus, when some dumb brick meathead-looking guy came out from the side. At first, she thought he was security, given the fact that he was probably five times as big as she was and wearing a suit, but then he opened his mouth.

Johnny Valos. AKA the playboy son of one Jason Valos, a business tycoon who'd first risen to prominence through...questionable means. His son had gotten himself mixed up with the wrong people in New Orleans, was the last Chrissy had heard of him. He was no A-lister, nor was he Astrid Storm, but Chrissy would take what she could get.

When he began to talk, Chrissy resisted the urge to roll her eyes, not particularly impressed by the guy in general (how do you get as rich as the Valos do and still fuck up your life? That would always be a mystery to her), instead plastering the sweetest smile she could muster onto her face. "As a matter of fact, yeah. An autograph would be pretty nice."

Subtle, Chrissy was not. Oh, well. It wasn't like she was lying-there were people her contacts knew, back in L.A., who'd pay a month's worth of rent for Astrid's autograph.

Reaching into the mini pocket of his vest, Johnny produced a pen, "Where would you like me to sign?" He jokingly (well, half jokingly) asked.

Chrissy was a bit incredulous-just how big was the size of Johnny's ego? What was he compensating for, huh?-before shrugging and producing a pad of sticky notes. "Here's good. While you're at it, would you mind getting Astrid Storm? I'm a big fan, and getting her autograph too would be super nice," she said, keeping the smile plastered to her face.

Johnny's power worked amazingly in situations like this. While he seldomly used it in favor of pure skill baby, he found it useful for reading people.... in situations like this. Her aura was more of an annoyed, disguisted, color and Johnny could feel the power radiating off of it. He had a hunch that her insistence to meet with 'Astrid Storm' wasn't because she's "a big fan". Johnny still kept that cocky grin on his face as he signed down on the notepad:

𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓼

He gave it back to her before saying, "Make sure you keep that somewhere safe, it's real valuable now." Before giving her a wink. Now that he knows a tad bit about how she's not really digging him... das cool. Not a lot of chicks dug him at first but once he got 'im in bed they were screaming his name! Still, he was hesitant about bringing Sylvia out to meet Pinkie Pie here, she might try to John Lennon her. "As for Astrid, she's busy getting dressed for the performance and you don't want to bother her now - her big show's gonna be in a few!" Maybe she'd get the hint.., maybe not, but Johnny was judging her reaction first.

Chrissy suppressed a long-suffering sigh and took the autograph from him. "Yep. Definitely. Thanks."

When Johnny mentioned that Astrid wasn't to be bothered, Chrissy frowned, slightly. Well, that was to be expected. "Aw, really? D'you think I could just say hi, then? It'll only take two seconds," Chrissy replied, crossing her fingers behind her back. Even if she could only get a quick peek into the tour bus, Chrissy was sure she could make a story out of it....and if not, well, she could always write something about how Astrid and Johnny were secretly hooking up with each other, or whatever. It honestly wasn't that implausible, now that she thought about it-Johnny seemed like the kind of guy who tried to flirt with anything that moved, and Astrid wasn't exactly, uh, conservative, either, what with those nudes of her that leaked a little while back.

"So? How about it? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"Well..." So it seems that Pretty in Pink here was persistent. Well so was Johnny. If she wasn't going to take the hints - well, Johnny had to take drastic measures then. "Well, I'm pretty close to Astrid, so I could get you that autograph and more - hell, I could get her to spit in your mouth if you'd like!" Johnny chuckled at his own joke as he got closer to the mystery girl, as he continued, "But, for me to do something for you, you gotta do something for me... If you catch my drift?" It was a win-win for Johnny; she'll either slap him and walk away or he'll be eating Chinese tonight!

And Johnny loves Asian food.

Chrissy crossed her arms, giving Johnny a skeptical look. Is he implying what I think he's implying? she wondered to herself, incredulously. God. That's gross.

"Be more specific," Chrissy answered coolly, praying for a juicy direct quote to use in her next column, if nothing else. Either way, this was...a potential story.

Seems like the number one fan wasn't too big on the whole subtle interference thing... but Johnny noticed a change in her emotions. It was more of an intrigue, and curiousity. That made Johnny a tad bit curious, but he went along with it. "Airhead, you know exactly what I'm talking about - or maybe you ain't hear about what the lengths these so-called "Numbah-one fans" go to to get an autograph, baby!"

Chrissy couldn't believe that this guy was for real, but...

"Okay. So you're saying that you, Jonathan Valos, want to have sex with me, in exchange for Astrid Storm's autograph. Am I correct?"

"I mean a handjob would suffice but yeah."

Perfect. "Great. Nice talking to you, Mr. Valos." Chrissy tilted her head to the side, considering him. She decided to take the risk of Johnny knowing what line of business she was actually in (hint: it had very little to do with fangirling), and gave him a smug smile. "So would you rather have me print something about the son of the mighty Jason Valos asking for a handjob in exchange for an autograph, or will you let me talk to Astrid myself?"

Either way, I can spin something out of both things, she mused to herself. What should I title it? Something like, 'Son of Jason Valos asks for sexual favors in exchange for an autograph'? Nah, that's too many words. I'll come up with something later. Maybe I'll throw in something about an 'underage fan'? Because let's face it, I look twelve. Might as well take advantage of it

Johnny shrugged as he observed the girl's attitude change to smugness. Unwarrented smugness. This dumb bitch thinks she got the great Johnny Valos by a rope? Bitch please! Ain't no strings on Johnny Valos! She's going to leave here disappointed, with what's of her ego in pieces as she runs off! He grinned.

"I meean," Johnny flatly said, "I got all sorts of shit on the newpapers - socliting some broad that was called a dyke a few too many times will be the least of my concerns, baby!"

Though, after thinking about it - if he was going to be spending some time here; he'd rather not have his face on the papers, or whatever the hell this bitch was threatening. Because he has a looooong list of people he pissed off, and a few of them are willing to go the distance to get even. So, he knew that Pretty in Pink wasn't going to bite; so what the fuck was she good for?

"So, either you start tuggin' or you get your Pretty in Pink ass outta here - or I'm busting a cap in it."

Chrissy shrugged nonchalantly. It was not an ideal response, but she'd been through this before (unsurprisingly, she and her colleagues got a ton of bullshit, being in the line of work that they were in)...and that was an excellent direct quote. Oooh, maybe she could call this an exclusive. There weren't any other reporters around, after all, so for all intents and purposes, it technically was an exclusive. That's how it works, right? Right.

"Alright. Cool. See ya around. And you know, next time you try to get laid, maybe be less of an asshole about it?" she gave him an amused grin. "Can't wait to see Astrid on-stage. Tell her I said hi."

"Whatever, bitch." Johnny answered.

Chrissy shrugged one more time, spun on her sparkly five-inch heels, and headed in the direction she'd come in, whipping out her phone and quickly noting down what Johnny had said. Lemme see. Oooh, 'a handjob would suffice' was pretty good. Damn, I deserve a raise. Andrew doesn't pay me enough for the stuff I dig up.

Well that was weird.

Johnny merely shrugged and the window opened and Sylvia poked her head out of it, "Who the fuck was that?" She asked.

"I don't know, some weirdo, asked to meet you, threatened me with fame, baby! But I got rid of her."

"She was probably another super fan - wait, did you ask her if she had any weed?!" Sylvia damn near shouted to the heavens.

"Sylvia, keep it down!" Gabe piped in, looking around at all the people nearby.

"No, I didn't ask her that," Johnny shook his head.

"Why not?" Sylvia asked, "I woulda; totally let her in if she shared some. Woulda; signed her titty, too."

Johnny sighed.

"... You're a mess."

Character Compilation!

42. MALZI

(Orignially for CCC: The Island of Delselva (Urstyle))
CS: urstyle.com/topic/2145033/tᕼe-ᑎigᕼt-i…

Malzi

𝑴𝑨𝑳𝒁𝑰, 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑨𝑻𝒀𝑳 𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬
𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬(𝑺)
Mal, but only with some of the priests/priestesses that she is closer to, and only in informal settings

𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑵
N/A

𝑨𝑮𝑬
30

𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑳
N/A

𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺
As a priestess of Sanzol, Malzi is faster and stronger than a normal human, and she is capable of drawing energy from the sun.

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𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑺 𝑰𝑵
Nahuatyl Empire

𝑶𝑪𝑪𝑼𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵
Malzi is a priestess of the Nahuan goddess of war and the sun, Sanzol. She has dedicated her life to serving Sanzol, and is currently a middle to high-ranking priestess.

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𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀
Like many priests and priestesses of Sanzol, Malzi was taken from a crowded orphanage and given a chance to make her life mean something. A chance to serve a divine purpose, a higher power. And Malzi will forever be grateful for the Supreme Priestess who chose her to serve.

From the moment she stepped foot into the temple of the sun, the temple of Sanzol, Malzi was told that she would not be allowed the luxury of worldly attachments. She was taught that she had no family, except for her fellow priests and priestesses. She was taught that she would take no lovers, bear no children, for those were mere distractions from the higher power she had been chosen to serve. And Malzi wholeheartedly threw herself into her studies and worship of Sanzol. For the greater part of her childhood, Malzi, for all intents and purposes, belonged to Sanzol.

And for the most part, Malzi was....okay with it. Why would she not be? It was the life that she was meant for. Or that's what she thought, anyway.

But the thing was, she had a friend. Her name was...her name was...

Azaya. Aza, for short. Yes, that was her name.

Malzi had been commanded to forget her name. And for years, she thought that she did. Sanzol is not a goddess who will accept anything less than the utmost devotion from her followers. Sanzol is not a forgiving goddess. So Malzi tried to forget, and she always thinks she's forgotten until it's the middle of the night, when Sanzol cannot see her, and she dreams of Aza instead of her goddess.

What she and Aza had was the love that friendship brings, in its purest form. Aza was nine years older than Malzi, and already a full priestess when the Supreme Priestess learned of her crimes. Her "crimes". At the time, Malzi had wondered how believing in kindness and compassion was a "crime", but now-now she doesn't think about it, doesn't think about Aza, doesn't want to remember. Can't let herself remember, otherwise Sanzol will be displeased.

But how does she simply forget the person who taught her the first prayers that had ever left her lips, or the person who taught her how to throw a spear and how to build the ceremonial fire; the only person who showed her something akin to kindness when she first arrived at the temple, straight out of an orphanage?

Because Malzi knows, deep down, that the only crime that Aza was guilty of was kindness. They all said that Aza had too soft of a heart to be a priestess, but Malzi knows that this selflessness of hers was what precisely what made her perfect for it. Aza, Malzi knew, was capable of walking into Sanzol's scorching rays without so much as a hesitation, because she believed so ardently in Sanzol's kindness, her benevolence. Because despite it all, Aza could see the good in everyone, even their bloodthirsty goddess of war.

"You forget that she is the sun, too, my friend," she would say to Malzi, when Malzi asked how Aza could trust Sanzol that easily. "And why else would the sun be in the sky, if not for Sanzol? She brings the light."

Was Aza too naive, too soft-hearted, too kind to be a priestess? Goddess above, Malzi doesn't know. She doesn't know.

In any case, Aza was exposed as belonging to the remnants of the revolutionary movement that killed the empress, many years ago, and when she was tried, her less-than-orthodox views were made clear. Aza was executed. And even thinking about the execution makes something raw and jagged within Malzi hurt, because she knew that Aza would have accepted her death, had it been on the steps of one of Sanzol's golden temples. She would have been content to go, if it meant that her blood would be spilled in the name of Sanzol. Instead, she was sentenced to die alone, in the darkness.

Malzi doesn't know what Aza felt, in those final days. All Malzi knows is that she cried and fought, kicking and screaming, when they wouldn't let her see her friend one last time. All she knows is what everyone else says-that Aza was a traitor, that she was not faithful to Sanzol, that she would have killed the emperor, given half the chance, and that nothing made any sense anymore. Everything that they said about Aza was wrong, wrong, wrong, but who would listen to a thirteen-year-old initiate, besides Aza? And Aza was dead.

For her open rebellion, Malzi was forced to go through a year of "re-education". She doesn't remember much of it, except the complete, total darkness. They forced her to live without light for a year, told her to "reflect" and "meditate" and to "reach out" for Sanzol...and most importantly, they told her to forget about Aza, about the hearsay she preached. It wasn't a pleasant time. Malzi doesn't like to remember it.

But she came out of that year more devoted than she ever had been. After a year without light, without sunshine, Malzi knew with an utmost certainty that nothing on this earth mattered, save for appeasing Sanzol and staying the eternal night.

And so when Malzi performed her first blood sacrifice, when she was formally initiated as a priestess, it seemed like her faith burned more brightly than Sanzol herself. And when she went into battle for the first time, under Sanzol's blazing rays, the smell of blood and death all around her had seemed like the most glorious form of prayer. In that moment, there was nothing holier than the blood of the dead enemy, spilled in the name of her goddess.

For ten years, Malzi believed that she would be content to be nothing more than an unquestioning follower of Sanzol. She fought and killed and prayed, following the lead of the higher-ranking priests and priestesses without so much as a second thought. Eventually, her devotion was awarded with a higher rank, and Malzi thought that she had forgotten Aza entirely.

And then....and then, the leader of a small band of revolutionaries from one of the border provinces was captured. He was brought to the capital, to be offered as the ultimate sacrifice to Sanzol. Malzi and two other priestesses were charged with guarding him, and throughout the entire time, he said nothing murmured prayers. Light-bringer, life-giver, grant me strength.

Light-bringer. Life-giver. The words brought back memories of prayer and meditation with the woman she had been told to forget, and Malzi's world fell apart all over again.

She'd spoken to the man, in private. He was at least fifty, haggard and exhausted, but there had been a simple peace in his eyes that would haunt Malzi's dreams.

"Do you know who Azaya is," Malzi had demanded, more of an order than a question, and the man had simply smiled serenely at her.

"If you know of Azaya, then there is hope for you yet, little one," he'd answered, and that was that.

Malzi had desperately wanted to know more. And through the next two or three months, she wavered. Back and forth, round and round in circles. Would she try to learn about the revolutionaries Aza had been a part of? Or would she remain loyal to Sanzol? Knowledge and answers, or Sanzol? Aza? Or Sanzol?

In any case, Malzi wasn't given the chance to decide. After an attack on the Selva region of Delselva went awry, she was sent along with the next hunting expedition in order to make sure that everything went smoothly. And there in the jungles of the island to the south, in the depths of what Malzi imagined to be hell on earth, Malzi thought that she experienced true fear for the first time.

She'd felt tiny, alone, helpless. Suffocating in the humid air, beneath the thick canopy of leaves that blocked out Sanzol. And then the jungle had attacked, and Malzi told the others to run while she bought them time to get away.

Malzi had expected to die in the open battlefield, under the unforgiving heat of Sanzol's breath, the air filled with the smell of blood and the screams of the dead and the dying. A glorious death, with Sanzol's glare beating down on her, embracing her. Instead, the only screams she heard were her own, drowned out by the cries and caws of all the strange, deadly animals around her, and the only thing she could smell was the hunger that flashed between those powerful jaws, and worst of all, Sanzol was far away, so far away, beyond the impossibly tall trees and their lush canopies. No, Malzi had expected to die under Sanzol's light, but instead she would die in the emerald-speckled darkness.

But somehow, in some way, she had survived. The girl who had almost killed her and then nursed her back to health was scarcely three years younger than she was, but Malzi thought that they were as different as night and day. In any case, she's grateful for the fact that Verlaya seems to be fascinated with her blades and spears. She's grateful that she's still here. Malzi thought that she was ready to die, when she threw herself into the jungle's wrath. She thought that she was, but now, more than ever, Malzi wants to discover everything that Aza could have taught her.

And in order to do that, she'll need to stay alive.

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𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀
Very loyal. Almost stupidly so|Very, very patient as well. Knows that good things take time|Hard-working and diligent; has never been afraid of putting in effort|Confident in her own abilities as a soldier|Calm and collected, no matter the situation. Good in a crisis.|Doesn't get stressed or distracted easily. Doesn't get too excited about anything that easily, either|Level-headed; keeps her wits about her under pressure and in emergency situations.|Dutiful, which makes her "brave". This courage and bravery is, above all, driven by her sense of purpose and responsibility, and truth be told, if Malzi didn't have something to fight for or believe in, she'd come off as a lot less courageous than she does right now|Respects/revers Sanzol, but at the crux of that reverence is fear...and Malzi doesn't know if this is how it should be. Malzi suspects that this aspect of the Nahuan religious system was what Aza was questioning, and she's determined to learn more

Quiet and reserved; doesn't say much.|Her devotion to Sanzol is absolute, and supersedes her devotion and/or beliefs in anything else. At least, that's what she thinks|Rather stern, most of the time. She doesn't laugh all that often, and has a rather severe demeanor.| Doesn't trust easily. Malzi thinks that all her trust is vested in Sanzol, and that's how it should be. She is, of course, wrong. | A bit of the strong, silent type | Uses her stoic demeanor as a way of masking her true feelings |Unsure and uncertain about where she stands regarding Sanzol and her fellow priests/priestesses, as well as the Nahuan emperor. She doesn't want to betray Sanzol and her friends and everything that she has stood for and fought for all these years, but at the same time, she can't help but be convinced that she is going down the wrong path, that she should learn more about Aza's legacy

Not very good at talking about her feelings | Not very good at talking about feelings in general | Will drive herself to exhaustion if not stopped | Hates being viewed as weak or vulnerable | Tends to play by the rules, no matter what | Kind of indecisive, because she doesn't know how to do the "right thing" or what the right thing really is, at this point | A bit on the blunt side; has never been one for manners and wordplay when a straight-forward answer will do. But at the same time, she knows how to word her criticisms and advice without offending anyone | As mentioned before, Malzi really isn't very good at talking about feelings/emotions; she tends to bottle everything up because it's "not important" (at least, in her eyes), and she can already feel herself cracking | Has no idea what the hell she's doing, only that she must do what's right for the world. But what's "right" is only becoming more and more ambiguous as time goes on. It was once serving Sanzol, giving up her life for Sanzol, in order to make sure that the goddess was not displeased and did not send the world plunging into eternal night...but now, Malzi's not so sure that this is the way to go

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𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑬
As a priestess of Sanzol, Malzi's duties include helping with ceremonial rituals, keeping the temples clean, helping with blood sacrifices, and fighting for the Empire as needed. She is prepared to give her life to Sanzol, if needed. At least, that's what she thinks

𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴
Rasika Navare

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𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑺 (𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍)
𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚
N/A. Her "family" consists of her fellow priests and priestesses, and above all, Sanzol.

𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔
The current Supreme Priestess

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔
𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑨 𝑫𝑬𝑳 𝑺𝑶𝑳 | The Delselvan "princess" who discovered Malzi and the other warriors sent to poach the animals that the Delselvans drew power from. She attacked Malzi, and almost killed her, but for some reason ended up keeping her alive. Malzi doesn't know why, and she hasn't asked yet. All she knows is that Vera's fricking annoying, y'all. The girl has way too much energy. It's exhausting.

𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 & 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆

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"𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝑔𝑜
𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌
𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹
𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌
𝒩𝑜𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝓃𝑜
𝒩𝑜𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌"
-"𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝒀" (𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉𝙎)

Character Compilation!

41. MAL LIU

(Originally for Dorian Records (Urstyle))
CS: urstyle.com/topic/2148373/ɪ-ꜱᴀᴡ-ʏᴏᴜ-ɪ…

Mal/Wendy

❝𝑅𝑒𝒹, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈.
𝑅𝑒𝒹, 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈.
𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂, 𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂.
𝒩𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇.
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝓎, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉.❞
— 𝐑𝐞𝐝/红 (𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬) // 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

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☽ 𝐌𝐀𝐋 (𝟐𝟒)
𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞
Wendy Liu

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬)
Goes by her stage name (Mal), now, almost exclusively. "Mal" is a reference to the island of Majorca (which is spelled 'Mallorca' in Spanish), where she began seriously considering music as an actual career for the first time, among other things.

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲
July 7th, 1995

𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜
Cancer

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧
Los Angeles, California, though she spent three years in Majorca, Spain for college, and relocated to New York City when she signed on with 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫
Female

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
Bisexual

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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬
Other than her platinum-blonde hair (which is such a pain to maintain), Mal has no other particularly notable features. She does want to get a bunch of tattoos someday, though.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬
Mal's just a plain ol' human. However, thanks to the fact that she's (unknowingly) signed away her soul, Mal's weird dreams and visions (hallucinations???) that feature her dead college girlfriend and the ocean have intensified. She feels like the ocean is calling to her. Is she going crazy????

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𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬
Isn't always the most adaptable to change; has lots of trouble letting go of things, whether it be a person, a place, or even a memory or something intangible; doesn't like to disturb other people or stick her nose into other people's business, which can make her come off as stand-offish and unapproachable; a bit of a pushover-her music has been described as "take-no-bullshit", but that's just her music. Her day-to-day life is a whole other story; has a tendency to just let everything slide until she reaches a breaking point rather than directly confronting the person about it; has trouble opening up to other people and/or talking about her feelings to others. She's quite private; was raised with the 'suck it up' and 'eating bitterness' mentality of traditional Chinese families, meaning that she's prone to bottling things up and never saying anything about stuff that's impacted her negatively; is afraid of coming off as clingy or annoying, so she has a hard time forming close friendships with other people; definitely says what she wants, when she wants to through her music, but sucks at doing that in normal, everyday conversations; isn't that great of a dancer, yikes

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬
There is nothing hurried about her-instead of the chaotic energy that fizzes off a lot of other rappers/hip hop artists, Mal has a cool, almost reserved air about her; effortlessly cool and confident on-stage (people never have anything bad to say about her stage presence), though she's just a whisker away from awkwardly shy otherwise; thoughtful; observant/perceptive, especially when it comes to other peoples' feelings; patient; diligent and focused; reliable; tries her damnedest to keep every promise that she makes; there's a certain intensity towards her when she's performing that people always point out; loyal; tries to be honest with both herself and others as much as she can; open/accepting and non-judgmental; generally very agreeable and pleasant to be around. She'll talk to you if you strike up a conversation with her, but she won't bother you if you don't

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𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘
1.5 years

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐜𝐭
Mal is a rapper and hip-hop artist, known for her fusion of traditional Chinese themes/images with the uber-modern and contemporary sounds of current rap music. Since she's based in the States rather than mainland China, she has the freedom to tackle more sensitive political issues with her music without the fear of state retribution/censorship, a fact that she 100% takes advantage of.

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Mal's a solo act, though she does a lot of collaborations with other artists, mostly ones who have incorporated some kind of international influence into their work (i.e. K-Pop stars, up-and-coming singers within the Latin American musical sphere, etc)

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
Mal took gu qin lessons for much of her pre-college life, and she'll sometimes incorporate it into her songs. Like many, many, many of her peers, Mal also took piano lessons. It was a real struggle, and she's forgotten pretty much all of it by now.

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☽ 𝟏𝟎 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
ʀᴇᴅ (红) // ʟᴇꜱʟɪᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴜɴɢ
"𝘙𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴
𝘙𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵"

ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ // ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴇɪʟɪꜱʜ
"𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘕𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥
𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩
𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴"

ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ // ᴍᴀʀᴏᴏɴ ꜰɪᴠᴇ
"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸...
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘣 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘸
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘣 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳"

ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ // ᴄᴇʟᴛɪᴄ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ/ᴍÉᴀᴠ
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘪𝘳
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯
𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘺
𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢"

ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴇᴀ // ᴘʜɪʟᴅᴇʟ
"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘢
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴"

ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ // ʜᴀʟꜱᴇʏ
"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵...
'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦
𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱?
‘𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦"

ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪꜱᴇ // ʟᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ʀᴇʏ
"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯
𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨
𝘈𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵...
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘐𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦"

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ // ꜰʟᴏʀᴇɴᴄᴇ + ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ
"𝘖𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦
𝘓𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥
𝘉𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸
𝘗𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴...
'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺?...
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦"

ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟꜱ // ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏ
"𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 (𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴)
𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵
'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸,
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯,
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨"

ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ // ᴄᴏʟᴅᴘʟᴀʏ
"𝘖𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦
𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦
𝘖𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯
𝘈 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢"

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𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥
Soo Joo Park

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞
Currently, Mal's style is very reminiscent to that of Higher Brothers, VAVA, Awkwafina, and Namewee, just to name a few, but her earlier work has been compared to Leslie Cheung and Leehom Wang. Playlist that showcases her musical style (both old and new) can be found here. Additionally, I imagine that many of her music videos look like this.

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐋 (𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜/𝐈𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲)
"A singer and song-writer hailing from the streets of L.A., Mal's fusion of classical Chinese themes and nitty-gritty modernity follows in the footsteps of artists like Leehom Wang and Jay Chou, albeit with a hip-hop twist. Known for her sharp, precise vocals, as well as her playful, defiant, and equally sharp humor, Mal mixes Beijing opera with rap as skillfully as she weaves English with Mandarin. She's been described as 'an ABC (American-born Chinese) version of the Higher Brothers' and 'Migos, if they were girls. And Asian'. Indeed, Mal's cultural pride and take-no-bullshit attitude is very clear throughout all her work; in "Empress Wu Zetian", for example, she proudly declares 'Yeah, I'm like Wu Zetian up all in this bitch...Savage boss bitch, that's my 姓名 (xing ming/name)'."

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 "𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍" (𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜/𝐈𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬):
"According to Mal, 'Made in Chinatown' is, above all, a reclamation of Chinese-American culture, and it's easy to see why; Mal takes racist stereotypes and turns them inside out and upside down without missing a single step. The album's titular track is a cheeky, upbeat tribute to Chinatowns across the world, while songs like '#RiceBunny' and 'Empress Wu Zetian' challenge gender roles and sexism in a distinctly Asian-American way. In addition, Mal demonstrates her vocal prowess in 'The Streets of Shanghai' and 'Lucky', where her usual pacy rap takes a backseat to crooning neo-soul and dance-pop sounds. 'Made in Chinatown' is both an acceptance and a celebration of a culture that is too Asian to be American, but too American to be Asian; the perfect debut album for an aspiring Asian-American hip-hop star."

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧/𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞?
Yes, 100%! So I changed my main audition to Mal because I saw that you needed more humans with zero connection to supernatural world + there didn't seem to be any people auditioning with characters who make more hip hop-esque/rap music? But if you needed someone supernatural and/or K-Pop for the diversity/balance of characters in the group, I am TOTALLY willing to play Angie! Literally I am having a mid-life crisis because I can't decide for myself who I'd rather write for, so having you decide solves many problems. Lmao

Also, I have a supernatural background ready to go for Mal if needed 🙂

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☽ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 (𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃)
𝑻𝑾: 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍-𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉, 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

—Mal grew up in Los Angeles, on the edge of Chinatown. Her father, Daniel Liu, owned a Chinese restaurant with her mother, up until the two of them got divorced
—Mal's father got re-married to a woman named Rosa, a year after the divorce. Rosa's son, Miguel, had been Mal's best friend since they were in kindergarten
—Mal grew up speaking Mandarin Chinese, as well as Spanish (once Rosa became part of her family)
—Mal had always known, somehow, that she was into both girls and guys. She thinks that she leans way more towards girls, though
—As a child, Mal fell in love with rap and hip-hop, and experimented with it in middle and high school, though she was always too afraid to admit it to anyone. Not only was she Asian (and she'd never seen another Asian rapper before), but she was also a girl, so part of her was afraid of the rejection she was sure to face if she ever told people what she wanted to do
—In college, Mal majored in foreign affairs and music, with a minor in Spanish. She studied abroad in Palma de Mallorca (now just Palma) for three of her four years in undergrad
—In Palma, she met Marina, a girl from a tiny seaside village in Andalusia who applied everywhere she could in a desperate attempt to get away from her super Catholic and super conservative family. Mal fell head-over-heels for her (her smile! Her compassion! Her love for nature! Her love for the ocean!), and the two began officially dating
—Marina was the one who encouraged Mal to take her music seriously, and she was all for Mal expanding into hip-hop and rap, despite the fact that she was Asian and a girl
—Two years into their relationship, Marina's neighbors-who were in Palma on vacation-caught sight of her holding hands with Mal. The neighbors told her parents, and long story short, Marina was forced to drop out of school and go back home
—Marina's parents forbade her from leaving the house and/or contacting anyone at all, and Marina couldn't stand it. She eventually snuck out and took her own life by jumping into the ocean
—The news of Marina's suicide hit Mal hard. She finished college in Palma, and went back to the US in order to try to find a record label who would sign her...but nobody wanted to sign a girl whose songs barely had any English in them, and were filled with obscure references to the ocean and Marina
—In addition, Mal started getting vivid dreams about Marina and the sea, and Marina was all that she could think about, day in and day out
—One night, a particularly strong dream led Mal to a series of increasingly incomprehensible Google searches about mermaids and sirens and selkies and the supernatural in general. And there, on some sketchy conspiracy theorist site, was 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘...though Mal didn't think much of it, at first
—It was her best friend and step-brother, Miguel, who snapped Mal out of it. He told her to get a grip and write about something else, if Marina and the dreams were driving her crazy
—Mal took his advice. She began dedicating her time to rap and hip-hop instead of always moping around and remembering Marina, and Mal thinks that it was her fusion of English and Chinese, of Beijing opera and trap music, that finally made people notice her. And as she threw herself into her celebration of her heritage, the dreams began to fade away.
—She started creating music in the style of VAVA or the Higher Brothers; it's a mix of traditional Chinese influences/instrumentals with uber-modern rap/slang and aesthetics
—Her musical style is known for fusing Chinese elements, such as Beijing opera, traditional styles of ethnic minorities, and Chinese classical orchestra, with hip-hop and mainstream pop in a "chinked-out" or China Wind music/中国风 -esque style)
—Her earlier music has been compared to the Cantopop/Mandopop styles of Leslie Cheung and Leehom Wang, but she does a lot more hip hop-influenced stuff now, and her newer songs sound more like Namewee/Higher Brothers/VAVA
—Mal was still trying to find someone to sign her when she remembered 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘. She talked to some of the higher-ups, and they promised her fame and fortune and the opportunity to become a bona-fide Asian American hip-hop star. Mal signed on
—She's started to get international attention thanks to both 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 and her music videos
—Her older songs-i.e. the songs she wrote and self-recorded before releasing them on YouTube and Sound Cloud, when she was still caught up with Marina-have many LGBTQ+ themes and allusions to the ocean...especially the supernatural creatures that originate from oceans. She has way too many unfinished songs about mermaids
—Mal's normally quite reserved, but she feels like she can be who she wants to be and say what she wants to say when she's performing and/or recording her music. When she's in the studio or on stage, it's like the whole world fades away and it's just her and her music
—The dreams and visions started going away when Mal began dedicating more of her time to music that wasn't related to Marina, but they have only strengthened after she signed on with 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘. She can feel the ocean calling to her. Is she going crazy????
—Is so focused on the weird dreams and trying to get over the girl she lost that she hasn't noticed her friend Angie's completely fucking obvious infatuation with her. Oops?
—NOTE: the dreams aren't supposed to have any sort of supernatural meaning! They were just a product of Mal not being able to forget Marina and always obsessing over her. However, in the group info, it says that people who sign their soul away to 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 may end up going mad/losing their sanity, so I wanted to play around with that angle via the dreams, if that was alright! Let me know if I need to change anything!

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☽ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒
𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬
Mal is always down for Asian food, provided that it's not super duper spicy and/or super duper sweet (she's the person that gets 25% sugar and 0% ice at boba places. Blasphemy, I know), nothing will ever replace her mother's tofu with bokchoy or tomato-egg stir-fry or cucumber salad, old Chinese TV shows like the '86 version of Journey to the West or My Fair Princess remind her of lazy summer afternoons and a time when life was much, much simpler, she's secretly a huge fan of those bougie vegan organic sustainable magical algae spirulina places (the kinds with smoothie bowls that are $15 apiece and fancy 'house-made nut milks'-you know what I'm talking about), even though they charge an arm and a leg for one drink, what isn't there to love about subtle Asian traits?, has a soft spot for poetry in any of the three languages she knows (English, Spanish, Chinese), animals of all shapes and sizes (and Marina got her really into aquatic animals), admires Eminem as a rapper/for his music (even if she doesn't necessarily agree with many of his lyrics), admires many hip-hop artists/rappers in general for their music and/or how they've revolutionized music (even if some of their personal lives are more....questionable), she will ALWAYS stan her fellow female rappers, loves any Leslie Cheung movie ever, it's basic but she love love loves both The Joy Luck Club and Crazy Rich Asians, Mal will always be interested in the ways Chinese people get around the government's censorship laws (grass mud horse, anyone? Or rice bunny?), leather jackets (faux leather, of course), leather anything TBH, combat boots, lunar new year is always hype AF, thinks that Lou's outfits in Ocean's 8 are INCREDIBLE, she secretly enjoys chocolate/nutella soup dumplings

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬
Was never really into white rabbit candies (she thinks they're way too sweet), when her parents/other Asian parents get on her case for not eating meat (like okay, she can understand where they're coming from, given the standard of living in the countries they grew up in, but also....she's perfectly capable of getting enough protein without eating meat, thanks), climate change deniers, traditional Chinese characters are a PAIN, when stupid frat boys get all snarky about "girly" alcoholic drinks (those "girly" drinks have more alcohol in them than your shitty beer and probably taste 100x better, kthx), hates the trend of rap music having lyrics that are.....quite problematic????? Especially when it comes to gender roles/stereotypes????, NYC weather (it's way too cold all the damn time), the fact that some people think she's not a "real" rapper just because she's 1) Asian and 2) a girl, super religious folks who think that the LGBTQA+ community is "sinful" or whatever, when book characters are white-washed in the movies based on the books, ya girl CANNOT do horror movies (which is quite unfortunate, because Angie finds them more hilarious than scary and will always make Mal watch them with her. Mal's kind of a wimp, and covers her eyes for 99% of the movie's run time. The other 1% of the time is spent looking up the plot on Wikipedia so she knows what happens in the end), honestly fuck Donald Trump amirite, not a huge fan of cornbread

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰
Mal's just your typical, boring-ass human

(full length bio: freetexthost.com/2yl5dzyju1)