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EUN-JI "AMANITA" PARK — FARHAVEN [Train Car] — 07:40AM — @Prisk@DeadDrop Amanita had met a many of Votara citizens as her time as a child, mostly interactions that dealt with her leaving her trade with goodies by the benevolent people. A candy here, a few extra credits there, it was mostly due to the fact that everyone was in the same precarious position. She was half tempted to press more on her background to see if they were any more similarities in regard to each other. Her hands did feel rough from her handshake, whether that was due to the excessive training she must endure to be an elite of the warfare division or the callouses from farming that never seem to grow into fresh skin. Either way she was more than happy to do away with the always awkward, sometimes necessary, first impressions and pleasantries. Her hand recoiled back to her wool shirt as she wiped her damp hands in a less than graceful fashion. This was much harsher than defending her doctoral thesis. “I’d love to know more about Votara, It’s been too long since I’ve been.” And since she’s been home, but she would stifle that topic for later. The mysterious man brooding solemnly next to them finally entertained her existence, after all she was talking off Garuda’s ear. Rob, rob, where had she heard that name before? She searched the annals and rows of knowledge she kept tucked neatly in what felt like bookshelves in her brain. Each carefully marked with a letter followed by a short number sequence. Maybe her organization was another spirit of its own and helped her increase her brilliance. Feeling a mixture of exhaustion from the morning and sloth in terms of searching she snapped back to the conversation. It didn’t matter at the moment as she could read the rest of the dossiers later or wait for the long awaited mission briefing at central base. All that mattered was the carcinogen in his hand that waited in response. Eun-Ji often had an issue with coming off as rude when she just felt she was being forward. Nervous on whether she was going to leave a bad impression from the start by saying something more loquacious than not, she hesitated for a second before Garuda graciously interrupted and spoke for her. “I appreciate the offer, Rob. I’m Eun-Ji as you probably overheard. Nice to meet you, nice jacket, is it real leather?” The trio found themselves seated for the rest of the train ride into the final station. The sound of a hole puncher clicking away swept through the aisle of the train until the conductor came, clipped their tickets, and left a receipt tucked in the small iron divot above the headrest of the seat. “Uhm good question, no, this would be the first time I work in a group of Aeons if that’s what you mean? Normally ResDiv is just you by yourself wondering what the outside looks like and if there will be sun left by the time you get out. I do work together with the custodial staff to make sure things are easier on their end. I wouldn’t mind collaborating my research with others, especially Belladonna if you’ve heard of her, but my approach is much different in regards to the Stigma.” Eun-ji shrugged and then realized she had been blabbering again when she caught the gaze of Emilia. Hoping to detract she fiddled around in her bag pulling out three tiny glasses and a green bottle with characters from her mother tongue, Shugeul. “I know I said no to your death sticks, but what about a drink?” The two would probably still be captivated that she had all that in her small bag, even more why she would have such a thing and multiple glasses in her bag. “Drinking tastes better in the company of others and we have four hours so why not, breakfast is coming soon anyways.” Without waiting for a response she cracked the seal from the screwable cap open and poured the clear liquid into three glasses and distributed amongst her peers. “This is 혼(hon), otherwise known as hon or ghost here. Since we occupy the realm of spirits and spirit is also used to describe alcohol our people went with the next best thing, Ghost. So what are we cheering to?” She said with a raised glass.

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L O R E

• Shugeul is the national written language of Goryeo, this is where their alphabet is derived. The letters for the five basic consonants reflect the shape of the speech organs used to pronounce them, and they are systematically modified to indicate phonetic features; similarly, the vowel letters are systematically modified for related sounds, often dubbed as a syllabic alphabet. It’s gone through a number of reconstructions from feudal periods up until the present. This is not be mistaken with the spoken language which is known as Goryeon.
• 혼 (hon) has many a definition but one localized for the use of the alcohol is Ghost. Hon is an alcohol that is made from starches that range from the traditional rice, wheat, barely, to the more non traditional with sweet potato or potato. It is widely distributed and integral to their drinking society as the drink is smooth and despite the alcohol content, missing in the bitterness exhibited by others. It also comes in many fun flavors, but Eun-Jim favorite is of the sour variety.

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Everyone’s life has been so negatively impacted before and after the comet and Eun-ji is over here just living her best life. I almost feel guilty for writing her like that.

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@Siber
Glad you're still with us! You seem to be a busy bee all over the forum in different games. That's nice to see.

@Prisk

Excuse me ma’am are you stalking?

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@Prisk

Oof forgot about that one. I’m not used to being able to rewrite lore as a player haha, Aeolian did it so flawlessly. Yeah Moogle sounds good!

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EUN-JI "AMANITA" PARK — FARHAVEN [Train Station] — 07:15AM — @Prisk@DeadDrop Her hands seized up while her face contorted into an expression of nothing but pure cringe. How could she have let go of her phone? She was better than that and she knew she was better than that. Perhaps it was the dream that still had possession over her mind or even a token of the divine, which she more or less shelved as fanaticism as science was the only true deity that governed their world. Still some people would lead you to believe that the worlds sins procreated this world of Aeons and Stigma’s, yet they didn’t treat Aeons like the archangels they so desperately worshiped. Anyways, before she let her mind slip away into another tangent she had to damage control the situation perspiring. It was way to late to attempt to fumble and catch the phone, having Garuda already taken notice. This only after her reaction to the James Dean type man became a bit more fan girly than she thought. ”Just who is this guy? I know let me just moogle the names on the file one more time” reveling in her brilliance only to realize that she had nothing to moogle him with. The hug solidified that he wasn’t just an average joe, probably one of the Aeons with a more braggadocious nickname for their operator. Eun-ji rose from her seat and skirted to the aisle with poise and grace despite her lack there of that put her into her current situation. She tugged on her cream colored cardigan and straightened out her high waisted gray skirt. With one hand she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear before taking her phone back and bowing a short bit out of her custom for respect. “Yes, it is. I’m sorry I’m normally not so clumsy. Trouble sleeping I guess with everything going on, you know?” A small giggle and a tooth wide smile etched on her face; she was having trouble sleeping but not because of the mission. Tucking her phone back into her satchel that hung on a gold chain from some designer brand emblem she couldn’t remember the name of. Eun-ji’s demeanor quickly shifted when she felt that Garuda was drawing closer, she wasn’t a threat, well she was, but it was more instinct than purposeful. Their eye lines met and lingered with direct contact for what felt like hours, seemingly searching for where they’ve seen each other before, if they ever interacted, or what spirits were drawing the two together. The silence finally broke with a smile and a question, “Oh, well yes and no. I’m mostly tucked away in the research division when I’m working, you know how they are, never get tired of keeping you busy and out of sight. You might have seen me around Farhaven or around the shopping centre, although I’m not sure how much R&R they give you or how much of it you actually take, being a solider and the Garuda after all.” Another coy laugh deflecting off her childlike wish for an autograph. “I do feel like i’ve seen you somewhere, if I had to guess you’re from Votara?” Her eyes lingering for a moment. She had the look of the people who were just one block of land away from her homeland. As well adapted as she was for social interactions, assumptions based on appearances were always a slippery slope, especially in her own regards. “Oh! Where are my manners?! I’m Eun-Ji Park, but you might know me better by the name on the piece of paper from the UDF that says Amanita” she extended her hand out in anticipation of a handshake hoping her hands were neither too cold from Raynaud’s or too sweaty from nervousness. “I’m sorry I just started spouting off words without introducing myself first.” After the handshake she would gesture her free hand to block her mouth as she whispered ”And who is he” tilting her head towards the cool hand to her left despite being completely obvious to him, clearly why she was in the research division and not the warfare division.

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L O R E

- Moogle a user friendly search engine from a bygone era, with a colorful palette for each letter.

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EUN-JI "AMANITA" PARK — FARHAVEN — 06:00AM — @Salsa Verde The sound of bleats from goats and the rhythmic whips of cow tails swatting away pesky flies awoke the young Amanita from her sleep. Sprouting like the fruiting body of a mushroom she stretched out her arms and legs, bellowing out a mighty deep yawn. She wasn’t in her bed though, instead she was in the barn house surrounded by hay and chickens. The other hens looked at her wondering why an overgrown chicken was taking up prime real estate for midday activities. That’s when her name rang through the air from a familiar voice. ”엄마” she shouted with a tinge of excitement. She ran from the barn into her house, oddly forgetting she had no shoes on when she felt the soil squish under her feet. ”Why don’t you come sit next to me and help me prepare 떡볶이 for your father when he returns from the market, you know it’s his favorite.” The herbs and spices had all been laid out on the table each in its own little bowl of varying size ready to be mixed into the bowl of rice cakes. Her excitement rose, but when she went to exclaim her excitement not a voice but an alarm blared out of her mouth. Confused she closed her mouth and tried again, but still an alarm. The alarm grew louder and louder yet her mom looked unbothered by the sound, it wasn’t until her body jolted awake that she realized she had been dreaming again. This time she had passed out on her desk, coffee still in her cold iron grip already ice cold, on top of papers that stuck to her face thanks to her famous trail of drool. “씨발!” She cursed under her breath, the dreams were reoccurring more and more. Maybe it was her mind reeling in guilt for not having visited them since the comet with her being an Aeon and devoting her life to her studies. Luckily for her, the mountains protected them as they did before and the lands that far out maybe got a shallow piece of debris from the comet. It wasn’t like she could call them knowing they had no landline nor cellphone. And she took solace in knowing they were still alive seeing as they still received her money. Not like they needed it, their works was worth more knowing machines had almost completely overtaken human labor cutting the cost and quality of material. She would have to visit soon, maybe after this UDF meeting that she had been avoiding and letting the details in voicemails and emails pile up. Either way she chugged down her coffee as rancid as it seemed and went to work on making herself presentable. Unlike Cinderella, she had no radiant voice or critters to help her get ready. On her way out the sticky note her past self left on her door said ”Fairhaven UDF meeting?”, must have been the one thing she gathered from the mass notifications from the UDF. Once out the door she headed for the nearest station. Arrowpeak. She didn’t settle in once place she had always been on the move, what with all her work being in the same breath as the fungi infecting people, it made her particularly disliked by the common populace. She had residence in Arrowpeak, Farhaven, Duskmire, it was a wonder how she had money at all, but that was government stipends for research were for. She managed to slip past the UDF guards at the checkpoint without much hassle, she was a researcher so she was barely on the frontlines and not a name of too much merit like lets say Garuda, so her lack of fame helped her in more ways than one. She turned on her phone waiting for the peach emblem to turn to her Home Screen. Headphones in ears she sat comfortably in her train car looking at the sign with the next stop being Farhaven. Her Lockscreen had been a photo of her accepting some award which quickly was overshadowed by more emails and voicemails. Her eyes scanned the sentences “씨발!” she said mentally this time. She was to join the third iteration of the Special Warfare and Reconnaissance Group? At the Cetra East Command? Perhaps if she read them earlier she could have declined or made up some nary excuse, but she was locked in at this point. She swiped to the names of her squadron, most of them did not ring a bell mostly due to her caring less about the boys with egos and their guns. Belladonna stuck out to her as someone of high interest seeing as she was a fellow researcher, but there were some dark rumors about her floating around, but she would have to see for herself. The station stopped at Farhaven and a conversation broke out on the train in the background. The last name she saw was none other than Garuda. She giggled to herself before peeking her head out to noisily see who was talking, speak of the devil it was the bird queen herself and some…guy? She wondered if she should go speak to them, but she was better off not trying to make any friends right now. Her phones had other plans, uncharacteristic for her hands, she allowed her phone to slip right into the aisle and rolling down between the two conversing, probably about this prolific team up.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Lance of Dominic

”I wouldn’t take another step if I were you.”

Name

Aileas Hyland Dominic

Age

18 _{Born on the 9th day of the Red Wolf Moon, 1477}

Country of Origin

Kingdom of Faerghus

Social Standing

Noble _{of House Dominic}

Crest

Crest of Dominic
_{Aileas’ Crest allows her to strike fear into the hearts of her enemies, occasionally sending them fleeing instead of engaging in combat.}

Starting Class

Soldier

Weapon of Choice

Lance

Strengths

Lance, Flying

Weaknesses

Faith, Reason

Personality

Aileas is ambitious to say the least, but her ambition is measured more with her eyes than her actual spirit. This mostly stems from the stress she tacks on with her ambition. She loads her schedule or metaphorical plate with multiple responsibilities that work in tandem on paper, but in practice takes a lot out of her to complete with high marks. She’s always operated like this, fearing that if she were to stop loading her plate she would lose herself to madness with nothing to do. The stress does help her strive for a higher level of success that other people would just be happy with the average. Between the stress of becoming the next Duke and also being the best lancer she can be there is one thing that remedies her mind, battle. When she picks up the familiarity of a lance, a sword, or reigns of a horse she immediately flushes any harrowing emotion and is crystal focused ready to be used as an instrument of war. She’s more or less always had a knack for lance play and someday hopes to have a legendary relic associated with her just as Dominic did all those centuries ago.

History

If you’re looking for a fanciful story of a noble turned champion, this is that one. Instead we have the incredibly average story of a young girl who would one day become the incarnation of the elite that partnered up with Seiros all those years ago. Except, the road to getting there is still long and winding. It all began in Fhirdad, the capital city ruled under the watchful eye of House Blaiddyd. Her parents did as all major houses did and procreated in hopes of fathering children with the crest of those before them as to continue the bloodline and history from said crest. Fortunately or unfortunately, who’s to say, the two gave birth to only one child, a girl with eyes as vibrant as the precious emerald. Luckily their emerald also came with the crest of their founder.

All of the hopes and dreams pinned on Aileas were lost early on when the two couldn’t understand why nothing stuck with the girl. It’s not that she couldn’t learn, but rather she would learn at her own pace in her own way. They cycled through books, teachers, tutors, magic, bows, etc.. and each outcome was the same. A mentor at their wits end, bag in hand, and an apology followed up by a prayer before they were out the front door and gone with the wind. The two would discuss having another child or two if it meant they could recoup their loses with Aileas. That was before they heard giggling in the backyard and ran to find Aileas twirling a stick, much too long and heavy for her size, as if it were a twig she snapped off a sapling amidst the pine trees.

While Dominic was known for using a hammer, they originally wanted Aileas to choose a more refined weapon suited for a noble woman. They did not think to show her the way of the sword nor the lance, instead it found her. With a new sunny disposition the two showered her with mentors from across the country skilled in both lance and sword. She excelled far more with a lance than she did a sword, it was as if she could accurately account for the distance and momentum she needed to swing the lance and where her domain therein lie. Although there was still the issue of Aileas needing to grow into her weapon size wise. To remedy that problem until she hit puberty and an age to enter an academy, they tethered her to a miniature horse. The two skills homogenized to create a match made in heaven, for a start at least.

Her parents realized once you detached her from what she was magnetized too, she quickly molted her carapace for a much softer exterior. Regardless, she was well loved and her parents knew what their daughter needed to excel and how to deal with her otherwise. She grew up being enabled to pursue both walks of life until she was finally ready, in their minds, for a much greater challenge and instruction at Garreg Mach.

Aileas was budding at the opportunity to attend, she had little in the way of friends and had never been in a setting with other kids her age, equally skilled if not better. Aileas just wanted to make friends and live up to her parents hopes for her being the next incarnation of their beloved Dominic.

Trivia

• Aileas likes to be called Ai for short.
• She towers over most girls at 176 cm tall.
• Obsessed with the color emerald.
• Can eat most chefs out of house and home.

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The Fun-gal

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Autonomous, Driven, Deadly. Autonomous in the way she’s never known the need for her to rely on anyone else for anything. She’s never been one for want nor asked for support as she can do almost anything she needs herself. Being an Aeon fundamentally encourages this behavior in her, but it will also force her to curb her attitude once she’s placed in a team or paired with her Aeon peers.

Driven, if it weren’t for the drive that bore fruit in her mind when she was a child she had probably remained in the mountains. She’s driven in work first and foremost, but she does not lack when it comes to her UDF training or really what aught else matters in her vision.

Deadly, Eun-ji is often seen as meek or docile because of her appearance and position in the UDF. Despite the inauthenticity of this assumption she revels in it, almost wearing it as a mantle of pride. Playing into the role makes the deception all the more sweet. This is where her nickname is derived from. Amanita are from one of the largest and most diverse divisions in fungi, Basidiomycota. Of the basidiomycetes, Amanita are the most recognized/iconic fungi but also the hardest to differentiate when trying to discern poisonous from edible. Several humans die a year from ingestion of these mushrooms, not before suffering from debilitating cramps, seizures, and a slurry of other agonizing symptoms. Mischaracterizing this fungal scientist just might be the last mistake you’ll ever make.

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In her first life Eun-ji was a mycologist. She hated anything and everything that was covered in concrete. Eun-ji preferred the feeling of grass covered in fresh dew slick through her feet on cold hazy mornings, the sharp nip of thorns grown from a thicket of blackberry patches. As far back as she can remember, she always loved the world that was painted in a sea of green. Growing up in the People’s Republic of Goryeo (PRG), her family was located in the far off country side rather than at the heart of the city. Rural areas were a dying breed as the giant known as technology kept on increasing its machinations. Luckily the mountains survived as a deterrent for machinery due to the precipitation and landscape proving to be a natural barrier to progression.

Her family lived in a very modest home made of brick and mortar, but with a lush and bountiful garden and countryside to fill their needs. They raised livestock, made their own clothes by hand, and gathered food and resources from the harvest nearby. This wasn’t without the need to travel into a nearby suburb to trade and sell items that were scarce in cities. Her first encounter with the land of concrete and steel. Eventually when she was of adolescence, her parents trained her in all the traditional ways of living off the land (e.g. making clothes from cotton and silk, dyeing said clothes, fishing etc..) that would eventually lead her to travel down the mountain into civilization.

Cacophonous sound from cars mixed with the light pollution from various LED screens shaped her first experience quite negatively. Though there was one good thing that came of it. She found an old field guide for fungi. Fungi had been lost to her as her parents always warned her of the dangers that could come from consuming them if not careful. Morning, noon, and night, her eyes stayed plastered on that worn and beaten book. Page after page was consumed until nothing was left. Voracious as her appetite for knowledge was, her appetite for the actual mushrooms was just the same.

It wasn’t until a few years later, that she was able to correctly ID which fungi was poisonous to eat and which weren’t, although the lookalikes were quite tricky. Eventually this fondness for the fantastically fun fungi extended well past the dietary and reached into the medicinal and ecological role they played. Homeschooling could only teach her so much and with her desire to learn clear to her parents, they enrolled her into a University in the heart of the country. Eun-Ji’s aversion for the city life was still at the heart of her close-mindedness, but she would have to move past it to get where she wanted to be.

Getting past the mundane, drab, and deleterious effects of assimilating into the city culture seemed almost impossible at first. Yet, little by little it began to grow on her, expanding the horizons she swore never to open. While she wanted to keep her rural roots planted, just like the fungi she studied so much she needed to intertwine her roots with the network of millions of mycelium derived from the underground system housed by fungi. Slowly her personality saw a shift along with her wardrobe and taste for retail. What did not change was the tenacity in which she devoted her life to increasing her knowledge and passion for her field. She attended university where she helped as a volunteer for grad students in the mycology lab, the first step to her dream.

Life seemed to be going well, until the detritus and debris from the comet bombarded the earths surface repeatedly. Queue her second life. The recoil from the landing shook the foundation of her lab sending her and her specimens into a frenzy. Broken glass had been littered everywhere whereas Eun-ji had inhaled many a spore from her specimens. Unbeknownst to her, the spores and the comet would be the catalyst to her transition into an Aeon. Military swept her lab looking for survivors and sent her and other personnel to a military base to be tested like her own work. It was then that the United Defense Force had made her aware that she was a newly awakened Aeon. Using school as a military service excusal she returned to her country and university with the promise of completing her mandatory service upon graduation.

Eun-Ji would go onto complete her bachelors in mycology, which then snowballed into a Master’s degree which then rolled into her Doctorate. Before she knew it, she was one of the youngest and foremost author on several peer reviewed journals in the realm of all things mycology. Breaking away from her village and country she began to travel across the world studying different fungi. Those that grew on different parts of the bodies of arthropods such as beetles with each fungi on each limb being of a different species. To the use of spores in human development, such as keeping items waterproof or serving as pyrotechnics for films.

As initially promised, she completed her mandatory two years of service but stayed on as a liaison due to the nature of her expertise being fungi which seemed to be the prevailing hypothesis in what turned fauna and humans into Legionnaires. Eventually her work in attempting to map the genomic sequence of the fungus spawned from the comet had led her to a position being a Researcher in the UDF. Hoping to make it her life’s work and attach her name to the inevitable cure as her predecessors in other fields had, she accepted the offer and has been working for the UDF ever since.

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The primary elemental spirits that have manifested within Eun-Ji are Fire and Earth. These two mostly serve as a vehicle for which her main ability/magic can thrive. She also uses these passively to increase the effectiveness of her weapons.

Another form of spirit has also found connection with Eun-Ji, the fungal spirits that she inhaled during the comet. These spirits have lived within her body during the 10 years of her initial exposure and now commune with her. To utilize her spirits, much like the hymenium of a mushroom, they exit her body through the pores in her skin. Between the orb and projectile techniques taught at UDF and the marriage of all three of her spirits she’s devised her own unique magic applications. She can create small clouds of spores that increase the range of her fire spirit and also detonate the gas cloud like an orb would. This also can serve as a smokescreen defensively or even as a poison haze. She can also through the earth, ‘pull’ mycelium from underneath to serve as vine/web-like constructs to inhibit enemy movement or used as utility such as a rope swing. Finally she can spawn tiny mushrooms that have not yet removed their universal veil, if stepped on or the veil is breached they detonate as if they were tiny land mines.

Weapon load out consists of a standard UDF compact sub machine gun. It’s usually worn on a sling around her persons as if it were this seasons satchel or designer bag. Very chic. Next she has several throwing knives in banded holsters running up and down the length or her legs. Lastly, is her most go to weapon when she has to enter close quarters, her waist blade. Neatly position on the back of her waist is a sheathe/holster that houses her blade. It measures about 58 cms/22 inches and posses a circular pommel making it easier for her to retrieve and spin around if changing grip. Channeling her heat element she is able to superheat the tips of both the knives and her blade to increase the cutting and stopping power of both, nothing that could make reinforced doors look like Swiss cheese, but sufficient enough.

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While other Aeons were endowed with harder skin or powerful legs, Eun-Ji was simply augmented with more nimble an dexterous hands. Her hands were originally lithe from her house hold chores, but now she’s one deft hand. Unrelatedly, she only takes ice cold showers.