Kautalya

shhhh

E P H A I F I L H O

_______________________________________________ 14 | ♂ | demon weapon _______________________________________________ cocky | foul-mouthed | confident _______________________________________________ Ephai Filho is a short, young boy with fair skin and round, light green eyes that are coated with notably long eyelashes; a mole under each eye. His hair, faded from baby pink to a light green, soft like sable, falls down in wavy locks to his shoulder. His unruly bangs falling down to frame his face, portraying an innocent look. Polished, just like a doll. His short stature fits his lean build where as his arms and legs are thin, his shoulders slim and his waist narrow. Insecure by his weak build, Ephai tends to wear over-sized clothing, but claiming it's because he doesn't want others to stare more in awe of his body than they already do with his face. ___________________________________

[ ☁ ]P e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Ephai tends to be foul-mouthed and cocky, showering others in his confidence. Contrary to his looks, he tends to often brag about how cute he is, usually calling others by rude nicknames. His overall portrayal is someone who's a people-pleaser, acting nice in order to get on people's good sides. In certain threatening situations, Ephai is shown to cry very easily, depicting himself as weak and a crybaby. Although his arrogant personality tends to overshadow his other qualities, Ephai is capable of being decent. He does have a mellow side to him and can genuinely express kindness to others. [ ☁ ]B a c k g r o u n d ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Coming from a big family, Ephai Filho falls as the youngest. His entire family consisting of older brothers who constantly teased Ephai for being "girly-looking." He never cared because his mother seemed to always put all the attention on him rather than his other siblings, and he always made sure to rub it in their faces. His family isn't anything special. They all are meisters, following their dad's footsteps, whereas their mother was a weapon; Ephai turned out to be just like his mother. He grew up babied by his loud mother and his soft father, the two showering the youngest with love. However, Ephai wasn't close with his brothers or any classmates while growing up. Having a rather bold personality, Ephai had trouble finding relationships that accepted him since the majority couldn't handle his brashness. It did trouble him a lot at a young age, which correlated to Ephai wanting to please those around him. Despite his mean mannerisms, Ephai knows not to be stupid, thus sticking to people's good sides in order to fit in. At first, it was bad to the point Ephai had created a different him, someone kind and boring--someone with no presence. Yet, Ephai wanted to be himself. He would watch the relationships his brothers would make even though they had a roughness to them too. Ephai envied them. Nonetheless, Ephai had decided it was time to just stop caring. So when he enrolled in DWMA, Ephai spoke honestly and to the point, deciding that whoever can deal with who he was as a person(weapon?) was someone he could trust.

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• _{Not at the moment}
• _Agility

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• Fast reflexes. Ephai is quick on his feet.
• If driven to it, Ephai can defensively turn his arm into the opening of his parasol, acting as a shield.
• High stamina.

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• Lacking in hand-to-hand combat.
• Can't fight alone, needs to rely on his meister for support. Ephai knows he isn't so well during physical combat, he easily gets jealous of how well other weapons can support themselves alone during battles. However, as his strengths states, Ephai if pressured can use an arm to trigger the opening of his parasol but won't transform it into the spear; he himself believes he is not strong enough to battle one on one with someone with his skills.

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• Parasol: As a demon weapon, Ephai is able to fully transform into a parasol. In this form, the ends of the parasol when closed is turned into a spiral, the edge sharp, acting like a spear when closed. When opened, the parasol can act as a shield, protecting the meister from attacks. Good at long range and can swing out in wide range, striking and blocking attacks. Although it's not as effective as a shield.

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weaponform

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Ephai Filho ☁

E P H A I F I L H O

_______________________________________________ 14 | ♂ | demon weapon _______________________________________________ cocky | foul-mouthed | confident _______________________________________________ Ephai Filho is a short, young boy with fair skin and round, light green eyes that are coated with notably long eyelashes; a mole under each eye. His hair, faded from baby pink to a light green, soft like sable, falls down in wavy locks to his shoulder. His unruly bangs falling down to frame his face, portraying an innocent look. Polished, just like a doll. His short stature fits his lean build where as his arms and legs are thin, his shoulders slim and his waist narrow. Insecure by his weak build, Ephai tends to wear over-sized clothing, but claiming it's because he doesn't want others to stare more in awe of his body than they already do with his face. ___________________________________

[ ☁ ]P e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Ephai tends to be foul-mouthed and cocky, showering others in his confidence. Contrary to his looks, he tends to often brag about how cute he is, usually calling others by rude nicknames. His overall portrayal is someone who's a people-pleaser, acting nice in order to get on people's good sides. In certain threatening situations, Ephai is shown to cry very easily, depicting himself as weak and a crybaby. Although his arrogant personality tends to overshadow his other qualities, Ephai is capable of being decent. He does have a mellow side to him and can genuinely express kindness to others. [ ☁ ]B a c k g r o u n d ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Coming from a big family, Ephai Filho falls as the youngest. His entire family consisting of older brothers who constantly teased Ephai for being "girly-looking." He never cared because his mother seemed to always put all the attention on him rather than his other siblings, and he always made sure to rub it in their faces. His family isn't anything special. They all are meisters, following their dad's footsteps, whereas their mother was a weapon; Ephai turned out to be just like his mother. He grew up babied by his loud mother and his soft father, the two showering the youngest with love. However, Ephai wasn't close with his brothers or any classmates while growing up. Having a rather bold personality, Ephai had trouble finding relationships that accepted him since the majority couldn't handle his brashness. It did trouble him a lot at a young age, which correlated to Ephai wanting to please those around him. Despite his mean mannerisms, Ephai knows not to be stupid, thus sticking to people's good sides in order to fit in. At first, it was bad to the point Ephai had created a different him, someone kind and boring--someone with no presence. Yet, Ephai wanted to be himself. He would watch the relationships his brothers would make even though they had a roughness to them too. Ephai envied them. Nonetheless, Ephai had decided it was time to just stop caring. So when he enrolled in DWMA, Ephai spoke honestly and to the point, deciding that whoever can deal with who he was as a person(weapon?) was someone he could trust.

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• _{Not at the moment}
• _Agility

_{Strengths
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• Fast reflexes. Ephai is quick on his feet.
• If driven to it, Ephai can defensively turn his arm into the opening of his parasol, acting as a shield.
• High stamina.

_{Weaknesses
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• Lacking in hand-to-hand combat.
• Can't fight alone, needs to rely on his meister for support. Ephai knows he isn't so well during physical combat, he easily gets jealous of how well other weapons can support themselves alone during battles. However, as his strengths states, Ephai if pressured can use an arm to trigger the opening of his parasol but won't transform it into the spear; he himself believes he is not strong enough to battle one on one with someone with his skills.

_{Weapon Description
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• Parasol: As a demon weapon, Ephai is able to fully transform into a parasol. In this form, the ends of the parasol when closed is turned into a spiral, the edge sharp, acting like a spear when closed. When opened, the parasol can act as a shield, protecting the meister from attacks. Good at long range and can swing out in wide range, striking and blocking attacks. Although it's not as effective as a shield.

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weaponform

The Curse of Sonina

I can see Theodora interacting with a lot of characters here! Mainly because shes quiet, I can see her getting along w/ most just by her "going-with-the-flow" demeanor.

And I'm totally up for the relation sheets!

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Interesteddd :>>>

shhhh

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_{“I just want to end this all and sleep.”}

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Personal

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_{N A M E}

Sueno Nemu | 末夢
"Z" because just like in small comics, he enjoys sleeping so much that people swear they can see small "Z's" float around.

_{A G E}

13

_{C L A N}

Yuki Clan

_{S E X U A L I T Y}

Pansexual

_{B L O O D T Y P E}

A-

Characterization

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_{H E I G H T}

155cm | 5'0"

_{E Y E S}

Light blue with a tint of green.

_{H A I R}

Falls down to his shoulders with a wavy texture. Dark black.

_{H E A D B A N D P L A C E M E N T}

Placed upon the left side of his arm.

_{C H A K R A N A T U R E}

Suiton | Water
Fūton | Wind

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

↑ Calm
↑ Tactical
↑ Approachable
↓ Shy (easily flustered)
↓ Sacrificial (will not care about his life just to support others)
↓ Overcritical

In a word, Nemu is a distant star, too large to understand.

Being an earnest, honest and sincere boy his calm aura draws those near him, gravitating towards his warmth. The rush of his voice, slightly low and rough, will unfold into a helpless laughter once he's comfortable with you. His voice will soften into a melody when his kind comments slip, giving off a gentle and tender demeanor to him. Although he's good-hearted, Nemu knows not to cross boundaries with a person. He'll disconnect once he realizes the bond strengthening, pushing back silently, avoiding close relationships in fear of abandoning them--just like he had done with his mother.

Being a quiet kid never got him into many conversations, as he was never the one to have much input in these interactions. Already dealing with practice, social activities tired him out much more than anything else. He dealt with this problem by sleeping it off. That was Nemu’s escape, napping away under the skies was the comfort he needed. Being as how this is the only perception others have on him, Nemu tends to play the part of a lazy sleepy child in an exaggerated manner as en excuse.

It does really help him escape social situations though.

Although Z is strategic, his overthinking--critical self--will constantly over-analyze the plan and assume the worst of the worst. The overall consensus about Z’s demeanor all points to his silence and this extends even to missions; while his teammates would prefer to hear his input, all Z offers is a blank face in return.

_{P E R S O N A L H I S T O R Y}

Young father Sueno(Yuki?) Nagatsuki and Sueno Yua had their world shaken permanently by the arrival of their young child, Sueno Nemu. Unprepared of their new family member, the two recklessly fell through mistakes on raising the young boy. As they were both new to the whole raising a child dilemma, Nemu learned to face his life independently. His parent's weren't horrible people as they were both loving and caring, but the two were clumsy in his upbringing. Naturally, they got the hang of it and Nemu grew up to be a decent independent child. His mother, Sueno Yua was a woman that gave off the demeanor of an irresponsible adult. Her personality was like blowing up a dam, the water never stops flowing; just like her recklessness. His father, Sueno Nagatsuki, on the other hand, was a man who barely spoke but listened. He was the balance of tranquility and danger, possessing a silent strength to his character that it gave Nemu a sense of admiration for his father.

The two were simple farmers in the Land of the Water. Living a peaceful life in the snowy village, castaway from many. Living in the land where the Yuki clan originated from enticed Nemu to know more about his clan. A nation that underwent the chaos of a civil war despite singing the tale of living the life of an outcast, pushing themselves away from political affairs. The kekkei genkei played a part during the war, as ninjas that wield such possession were loathed by many due to the tragedies caused by their kekkei genkei. In spite of it all, those in fear of the constant oppression fled into hiding. The young boy's eyes shimmered with excitement when he listened to these tales from his father. Their chilled bodies crept through the wooded forest, while the snowy scenery welcomed them with cold air. His father took him on walks during the day to collect some water from the rivers and it gave him the idea to enlighten Nemu about his identity.

Nagatsuki bent down to face Nemu, under his feet the snow illuminated itself with the sun's light, the cold light sticking itself to his chin. "You mustn't tell your mother about these stories," a hand touched his cheek, "for our safety."

(Nemu didn't understand but the warmth of his fathers palms were enough to silence him.)

He soon came to learn what exactly his father meant.

Nemu was asked to fetch some water by his mother as his father stayed behind to care for the fields. The child skipped quietly towards the wooded areas and did just as he was told. Then, as he knelt down to collect the bucket of water, Nemu watched as the droplets floated for a split second before dropping casually to the ground. His eyes shimmered in the dark morning, snow falling straight and steadily from a sky that blew no wind. Yet the hint of blue sky released a flash of diamonds that illuminated the landscape--and Nemu, clothed in the angelic's light, dropped the bucket of water. His mind wondered itself through galaxies, among the whirling stardust and ineffable particles, Nemu was lost. Living in a fairy-tale world by the stories of his parents, there was a sort of shock when he realized what was all said by his father, had been true. His heartbeat quickened, he stared down at the shimmering river. His eyes flowing bright under the snowy trees, his skin growing hot that with each glance he took, bathed his surroundings in warm sunlight. A distinct memory engraved itself in the mind of Nemu, his father's tales about the ninjas, about the kekkai genkai, about the Yuki clan, about the betrayal, the discrimination and the warning; "Don't tell anyone."

He turned on his heels, the breath of his escaped his shaky throat, enrapturing his vision with a fog. His world shook around him by the might of the heavens as he hurried each step.

(The world bent and trembled at his strength)

Nemu rammed into his father’s broad body, out of breath and working only on adrenaline. He pushed his head upwards to stare at the confused face of his parent. Pushing his father slightly, Nemu took a step back, standing still, not saying anything. His mother in the distant watched her son and husband in clear worry. While the wind blew at them, tugging at their clothes, Nemu spoke, and as if a warm rainstorm washed down in sweet hyphens, his father only gave in a small grunt.

The two acknowledged one another and that was fine for Nemu. He gained his new identity.

The two placed themselves in the kitchen, his mother sitting silently at the table, listening to her husband speak of such sad tales with nonchalance. The water in the kettle shook, creaks cried out with the quiet steps of Nemu, and outside the wind blew with a sad tune that day. The child stood at the edge of the door frame, listening to his father's rough voice crack slightly, his mother with her head hung low(defeat sung in her eyes). Then, her mouth opened and her angelic voice carried itself to Nemu's ears in sorrow.

"I'm sorry."

His father shook the boy awake the next morning. The sun had barely woken itself up. He crawled out of his bed, missing the slight warmth that comforted him. His father, wrapped in heavy clothing and a tattered bag, pushed several items to Nemu. The boy stared down at the clothing and a small dirty bag. Without saying a word, Nemu followed through with the silent demands. He wrapped himself in the warm clothing and stuffed the rest in his bag. Nagatuski began walking, eventually waiting on Nemu at the front door. The child turned to face his room for the last time, deconstructing each corner of his place and keeping it safe in his memories. He had already known what was going to happen. Closing the door behind him, Nemu began walking towards the front door to only stop midway when he saw his mother, her back facing him. She was staring at her husband and Nemu felt the guilt emitting from her. He pushed his head downwards and squeezed his way through her, passing her to place his feet in his battered boots. Without saying a word, Yua turned her son around and placed her cold hands against his. Squeezing his tiny fingers and slightly folding them together with hers.

(She was saying sorry and he accepted it with a squeeze.)

She took a recently knitted scarf that was placed on the table beside her and wrapped it around his trembling body. The big scarf too large for his size, hugged itself on Nemu, providing comfort in the sadness he exiled from leaving his mother.

(It was all his fault.)

And with that, Nemu's father grabbed the boys hands and the two followed themselves out the door. His mother's small body, standing slightly hunched--in defeat--at the end of the doorstep, rose her hand to show her goodbye. He turned his head before listening to the slight 'click' of the lock. And, just like that, his mother vanished without a trace in his memories.

Both Nagatsuki and Nemu arrived at Konoha in hopes to start a fresh new life. His father reminded Nemu to not speak of his clan, to throw away his identity, for their safety. Thus, Nemu throw away that part of him. Enrolling into the academy despite the protests from his father(which took a lot of convincing to do).

_{C H A R A C T E R D E V E L O P M E N T}

To be okay with his identity.

Attributes

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_{T A L E N T S}

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• Strategic: Able to think logically and fast on his toes.

• 傘 | Kasa: Nemu wields a light blue umbrella that helps support his defense. He inflicts chakra on the object to intensify it's use of a shield. Allowing him to protect himself from physical attacks and others.

_{T O O L S}

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• Kasa: His straw umbrella that's coated with a light blue color.

• Kunai blade: He's slowly getting better at aiming. Get's him to do a subtle dance when he manages to actually hit his target.

• Smoke bomb: Sometimes he throws it too early, but he's learning.

_{T E C H N I Q U E S}

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_{C R A N K}

• Water Release | 水遁

•Fallen stars ☆ : Using his umbrella, Nemu will spin it to release the thousands of water needles concentration by the control of his chakra. This usually works better when its raining because he'll have unlimited usage of water, just that it'll take a lot of his energy + chakra so it's tough to use.

_{D R A N K}

• Taijutsu 体術 : Not the best but when it comes to blocking attacks, Nemu can be good within that skill(usually excels in blocking when he has his umbrella at hand).

• Basic Academy Techniques

Other

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_{K E K K A I G E N K A I}

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_{N A M E}

• Ice Release | 氷遁

_{A B I L I T I E S}

• Feared by this possession, Ice release is passed down by members in the Yuki clan. Allowing the user to create ice from chakra, lowering the temperature of their surrounding. The user's temperature can also be affected as it can help them hide easier(less chance of getting detected by thermal sensors). Ice release is a combination of both wind and water following after to be of a nature transformation kekkei genkai. Generally speaking, Ice Release can be used as many things especially as a structure to defend the user and it's partners.

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

• ☆

_{S U M M O N I N G J U T S U}

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_{A N I M A L}

• N/A

_{N A M E}

• N/A

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

• N/A

The Curse of Sonina

Theodora Yvonne Opal

T h e o d o r a O p a l

_{Student | Film major}

_______________________________________________ Theodora Yvonne Opal | pansexual ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ 20 | ♀ | 5'0" ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ truthful | independent | trusting persistent | uptight | perfectionist ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ a p p e a r a n c e + s k i l l s ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ [+] Theodora will greet you with a child like smile with wavy locks of hazel brown hair, which would compliment her caramel, full eyes. With a face of a preteen, it sang the praise of her figure; "all bones but no meat," as her parents would tease her with. Her frame, which defined her sharp features, were usually hidden with loose-fitted sweaters. Any clothing that didn't fit her fully, was the style of Theodora. Her first impressions are usually perceived as a quiet young girl who doesn't really pop out. However, the remarkable feature that would cause those to stare in awe, would be her tiny freckles. Those freckles of hers were like galaxy of stars, waiting to be explored. (They were a proliferation of stars scattered about. Like a star-map, detailing the connections of each constellation.) ◦ Her photographic memory is pretty decent. ◦ Observant. ◦ Able to squeeze herself in tiny spaces. ◦ Decision making. Since her father is usually indecisive, she grew to always conclude things for him. ◦ Adaptability. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

▄p e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora Opal is usually described as a quiet, meek girl. However, as quiet as she is, Theodora is not meek. She's not one to stand by when other's try and push her around as she easily defends herself. She is usually silent and kept to her self, but these qualities do not take away from her uptight nature. Being a classic introvert, she is typically a good listener and, luckily has the appearance of calmness. Solitude to her matters like the air everyone breathes. Theodora is just someone who likes to bask in the silence of her own(and hopefully others) and not have to force social interactions. Although she is fine with social activities, it can get exhausting to her. She was never skeptical. It was more of a, "It'd be cool if I could capture it on my camera"--than anything else. Upon hearing the small disappearances happening in Sonina, Theodora was a little bit annoyed at first. A new environment and she was already exposed to such mysteries. However, with her persistent trait; Theodora was completely invested with the thought of it ever actually being true, or the folks were just crazy. She did always want it to somehow happen to her. Plus, she figured accepting the invitation to the university--under a scholarship for the arts--was enough for Theodora to overwrite the disappearances as just something unlucky. But when she witnessed an unusual thing, Theodora realized, she had a stupid desire of wanting to see what shouldn't be seen. ▄p a r a n o r m a l e x p e r i e n c e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora had been visiting a classmates house in order to work on a project together. They settled themselves in the kitchen and began completing their assignment. Theodora basked in the silence while listening to the muffled music coming from her group-mate's earphones. She had been contemplating on striking a conversation with him, but his focus was more on the work rather than an interaction. She shifted in her seat, exchanging glances at him from time to time(mainly at the mirror behind him). Trying to turn her attention back to her work, the boy stood up from his seat. Ripping off his earphones and placing them to the side, he spoke out to catch Theodora's attention. "Want a drink?" A rough voice escaped his thin lips. She nodded. Her eyes dug deep into her paper as she fiddled with her pen. Usually, Theodora would've been working on this project alone. Since working with others had never been her forte, the girl would normally inflict the role of the one who did everything. But he had insisted on working together with her. Eventually, she shook her head and had decided to just complain to the teacher if push comes to shove(although in college, they don't really care). After what took hours, the boy settled the cup down near her books. She let out a small 'thank you' and returned to her work. Hearing a small grunt of acceptance from the boy, she listened to the small steps and finally the pushing of a chair. She lifted her head to take a sip from the drink, her eyes followed itself back to the mirror that was behind her partners back. Almost choking on her drink, Theodora rubbed her eye with her free hand, not believing in what was happening in front of her. The reflection of her partner was staring back at her, watching her through the mirror. But, no face. In fact, what was staring at her was a deep dark shadow. With no expression to it, she felt the tight glare that escaped the entity. It was scary. In complete shock, Theodora hurriedly stood up. That night, she left in a flash despite her confused classmates yells. Although everything had been a blur during her leave, she remembered passing a glance at the mirror, only to find her reflection staring right back at her; yet it was a shadow, not her. Nowadays, Theodora likes to not be reminded of that night but its hard when at the corner of her eye, she'll catch a glimpse of a shadow. ▄b i o g r a p h y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Theodora grew up in a relatively normal household. Both parents worked long hours to supply her with her necessities, as she was an only child so they both ended up spoiling her to no ends. Growing up, Theodora was always kept to herself. She didn't have anyone to call a friend because Theodora never had much of a presence during class. Other's wouldn't even have known she attended the same class as them. Although nobody could see her, she had something that could; her camera. It was her life-long dream to create films that captured what her eyes have witnessed. When her tiny hands gripped on the camera, her eyes never leaving the miniature screen, Theodora began her first film. It was her birthday party. She slung the camera around in the beginning, showing off her rusty skills to her joyful parents. The film captured their tiredness that slept in their eyes, but, Theodora captured a slight happiness that floated about the two. They both shared a small kiss before returning a smile to the camera, her father talking to the camera and detailing Theodora's embarrassing moments. Her mother pushing her father slightly and laughing at flustered Theodora. Ever since that day, ever since her eyes--her lens--witnessed two people in love, Theodora decided to only film people in love. Their genuine smiles and laughter was something beautiful to Theodora. One day, her parents announced a sudden change of plans. Her father got a job transfer out in a small place called, "Sonina." Ecstatic, Theodora gripped tightly on her camera--she was ready to leave their hometown. He told her that they'd have to wait a least a few months in order to process everything. Her eyes sparkled and shimmered in delight, she was finally leaving. A new environment, new people, possibly new friends. But, the most she was excited for was the filming. These past few years, especially after her last birthday, Theodora never seemed to catch anything on film. Her camera--which was always with her--laid rusted inside her book-bag, hoping for the day Theodora could lift her tiny fingers up and record once more. Thus, during the last month before their leave, Theodora had met a new transfer student. (his eyes glanced to her's, and, as if Theodora didn't have any control of her own body, a curved smile reached the tips of her eyelids.) For the second time in her life, Theodora felt the urge to record someone again. Luckily she didn't have to go to him; he came to her. The two surprisingly hit it off and by the last day before her move, they met at a park. The stars colored the night skies in splattered bits, they shone brighter as if they were alive and breathing. He stood by, the two standing still and listening to the cold air brush past their bodies, tugging at their clothing. The boy pushed his strands of hair behind the red ears of his, it was cold, but they only had a moment to share before Theodora leaves. It was beautiful. The stars, as if they were winking at Theodora, were of a snowfall sparking light in outer space. His figure stood right before this scenery. Theodora only felt such privilege to have witnessed such a beautiful moment. He spilled careful tears as she told him the news. Her eyes drifted downwards to her camera, "Can I film you?" Back up to his eyes, he simply gave her silent nod back. (and then, the two ended off their night in a movie.)

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The Curse of Sonina

Theodora Yvonne Opal

T h e o d o r a O p a l

_{Student | Film major}

_______________________________________________ Theodora Yvonne Opal | pansexual ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ 20 | ♀ | 5'0" ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ truthful | independent | trusting persistent | uptight | perfectionist ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ a p p e a r a n c e + s k i l l s ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ [+] Theodora will greet you with a child like smile with wavy locks of hazel brown hair, which would compliment her caramel, full eyes. With a face of a preteen, it sang the praise of her figure; "all bones but no meat," as her parents would tease her with. Her frame, which defined her sharp features, were usually hidden with loose-fitted sweaters. Any clothing that didn't fit her fully, was the style of Theodora. Her first impressions are usually perceived as a quiet young girl who doesn't really pop out. However, the remarkable feature that would cause those to stare in awe, would be her tiny freckles. Those freckles of hers were like galaxy of stars, waiting to be explored. (They were a proliferation of stars scattered about. Like a star-map, detailing the connections of each constellation.) ◦ Her photographic memory is pretty decent. ◦ Observant. ◦ Able to squeeze herself in tiny spaces. ◦ Decision making. Since her father is usually indecisive, she grew to always conclude things for him. ◦ Adaptability. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

▄p e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora Opal is usually described as a quiet, meek girl. However, as quiet as she is, Theodora is not meek. She's not one to stand by when other's try and push her around as she easily defends herself. She is usually silent and kept to her self, but these qualities do not take away from her uptight nature. Being a classic introvert, she is typically a good listener and, luckily has the appearance of calmness. Solitude to her matters like the air everyone breathes. Theodora is just someone who likes to bask in the silence of her own(and hopefully others) and not have to force social interactions. Although she is fine with social activities, it can get exhausting to her. She was never skeptical. It was more of a, "It'd be cool if I could capture it on my camera"--than anything else. Upon hearing the small disappearances happening in Sonina, Theodora was a little bit annoyed at first. A new environment and she was already exposed to such mysteries. However, with her persistent trait; Theodora was completely invested with the thought of it ever actually being true, or the folks were just crazy. She did always want it to somehow happen to her. Plus, she figured accepting the invitation to the university--under a scholarship for the arts--was enough for Theodora to overwrite the disappearances as just something unlucky. But when she witnessed an unusual thing, Theodora realized, she had a stupid desire of wanting to see what shouldn't be seen. ▄p a r a n o r m a l e x p e r i e n c e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora had been visiting a classmates house in order to work on a project together. They settled themselves in the kitchen and began completing their assignment. Theodora basked in the silence while listening to the muffled music coming from her group-mate's earphones. She had been contemplating on striking a conversation with him, but his focus was more on the work rather than an interaction. She shifted in her seat, exchanging glances at him from time to time(mainly at the mirror behind him). Trying to turn her attention back to her work, the boy stood up from his seat. Ripping off his earphones and placing them to the side, he spoke out to catch Theodora's attention. "Want a drink?" A rough voice escaped his thin lips. She nodded. Her eyes dug deep into her paper as she fiddled with her pen. Usually, Theodora would've been working on this project alone. Since working with others had never been her forte, the girl would normally inflict the role of the one who did everything. But he had insisted on working together with her. Eventually, she shook her head and had decided to just complain to the teacher if push comes to shove(although in college, they don't really care). After what took hours, the boy settled the cup down near her books. She let out a small 'thank you' and returned to her work. Hearing a small grunt of acceptance from the boy, she listened to the small steps and finally the pushing of a chair. She lifted her head to take a sip from the drink, her eyes followed itself back to the mirror that was behind her partners back. Almost choking on her drink, Theodora rubbed her eye with her free hand, not believing in what was happening in front of her. The reflection of her partner was staring back at her, watching her through the mirror. But, no face. In fact, what was staring at her was a deep dark shadow. With no expression to it, she felt the tight glare that escaped the entity. It was scary. In complete shock, Theodora hurriedly stood up. That night, she left in a flash despite her confused classmates yells. Although everything had been a blur during her leave, she remembered passing a glance at the mirror, only to find her reflection staring right back at her; yet it was a shadow, not her. Nowadays, Theodora likes to not be reminded of that night but its hard when at the corner of her eye, she'll catch a glimpse of a shadow. ▄b i o g r a p h y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Theodora grew up in a relatively normal household. Both parents worked long hours to supply her with her necessities, as she was an only child so they both ended up spoiling her to no ends. Growing up, Theodora was always kept to herself. She didn't have anyone to call a friend because Theodora never had much of a presence during class. Other's wouldn't even have known she attended the same class as them. Although nobody could see her, she had something that could; her camera. It was her life-long dream to create films that captured what her eyes have witnessed. When her tiny hands gripped on the camera, her eyes never leaving the miniature screen, Theodora began her first film. It was her birthday party. She slung the camera around in the beginning, showing off her rusty skills to her joyful parents. The film captured their tiredness that slept in their eyes, but, Theodora captured a slight happiness that floated about the two. They both shared a small kiss before returning a smile to the camera, her father talking to the camera and detailing Theodora's embarrassing moments. Her mother pushing her father slightly and laughing at flustered Theodora. Ever since that day, ever since her eyes--her lens--witnessed two people in love, Theodora decided to only film people in love. Their genuine smiles and laughter was something beautiful to Theodora. One day, her parents announced a sudden change of plans. Her father got a job transfer out in a small place called, "Sonina." Ecstatic, Theodora gripped tightly on her camera--she was ready to leave their hometown. He told her that they'd have to wait a least a few months in order to process everything. Her eyes sparkled and shimmered in delight, she was finally leaving. A new environment, new people, possibly new friends. But, the most she was excited for was the filming. These past few years, especially after her last birthday, Theodora never seemed to catch anything on film. Her camera--which was always with her--laid rusted inside her book-bag, hoping for the day Theodora could lift her tiny fingers up and record once more. Thus, during the last month before their leave, Theodora had met a new transfer student. (his eyes glanced to her's, and, as if Theodora didn't have any control of her own body, a curved smile reached the tips of her eyelids.) For the second time in her life, Theodora felt the urge to record someone again. Luckily she didn't have to go to him; he came to her. The two surprisingly hit it off and by the last day before her move, they met at a park. The stars colored the night skies in splattered bits, they shone brighter as if they were alive and breathing. He stood by, the two standing still and listening to the cold air brush past their bodies, tugging at their clothing. The boy pushed his strands of hair behind the red ears of his, it was cold, but they only had a moment to share before Theodora leaves. It was beautiful. The stars, as if they were winking at Theodora, were of a snowfall sparking light in outer space. His figure stood right before this scenery. Theodora only felt such privilege to have witnessed such a beautiful moment. He spilled careful tears as she told him the news. Her eyes drifted downwards to her camera, "Can I film you?" Back up to his eyes, he simply gave her silent nod back. (and then, the two ended off their night in a movie.)

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If there are any changes I gotta do just tell me! :>

shhhh

T h e o d o r a O p a l

_{Student | Film major}

_______________________________________________ Theodora Yvonne Opal | pansexual ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ 20 | ♀ | 5'0" ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ truthful | independent | trusting persistent | uptight | perfectionist ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ a p p e a r a n c e + s k i l l s ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ [+] Theodora will greet you with a child like smile with wavy locks of hazel brown hair, which would compliment her caramel, full eyes. With a face of a preteen, it sang the praise of her figure; "all bones but no meat," as her parents would tease her with. Her frame, which defined her sharp features, were usually hidden with loose-fitted sweaters. Any clothing that didn't fit her fully, was the style of Theodora. Her first impressions are usually perceived as a quiet young girl who doesn't really pop out. However, the remarkable feature that would cause those to stare in awe, would be her tiny freckles. Those freckles of hers were like galaxy of stars, waiting to be explored. (They were a proliferation of stars scattered about. Like a star-map, detailing the connections of each constellation.) ◦ Her photographic memory is pretty decent. ◦ Observant. ◦ Able to squeeze herself in tiny spaces. ◦ Decision making. Since her father is usually indecisive, she grew to always conclude things for him. ◦ Adaptability. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

▄p e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora Opal is usually described as a quiet, meek girl. However, as quiet as she is, Theodora is not meek. She's not one to stand by when other's try and push her around as she easily defends herself. She is usually silent and kept to her self, but these qualities do not take away from her uptight nature. Being a classic introvert, she is typically a good listener and, luckily has the appearance of calmness. Solitude to her matters like the air everyone breathes. Theodora is just someone who likes to bask in the silence of her own(and hopefully others) and not have to force social interactions. Although she is fine with social activities, it can get exhausting to her. She was never skeptical. It was more of a, "It'd be cool if I could capture it on my camera"--than anything else. Upon hearing the small disappearances happening in Sonina, Theodora was a little bit annoyed at first. A new environment and she was already exposed to such mysteries. However, with her persistent trait; Theodora was completely invested with thought of it ever actually being true, or the folks were just crazy. She did always want it to somehow happen to her. But when it did, Theodora realized, she had a stupid desire of wanting to see things that shouldn't be seen. ▄p a r a n o r m a l e x p e r i e n c e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora had been visiting a classmates house in order to work on a project together. They settled themselves in the kitchen and began completing their assignment. Theodora basked in the silence while listening to the muffled music coming from her group-mate's earphones. She had been contemplating on striking a conversation with him, but his focus was more on the work rather than an interaction. She shifted in her seat, exchanging glances at him from time to time(mainly at the mirror behind him). Trying to turn her attention back to her work, the boy stood up from his seat. Ripping off his earphones and placing them to the side, he spoke out to catch Theodora's attention. "Want a drink?" A rough voice escaped his thin lips. She nodded. Her eyes dug deep into her paper as she fiddled with her pen. Usually, Theodora would've been working on this project alone. Since working with others had never been her forte, the girl would normally inflict the role of the one who did everything. But he had insisted on working together with her. Eventually, she shook her head and had decided to just complain to the teacher if push comes to shove(although in college, they don't really care). After what took hours, the boy settled the cup down near her books. She let out a small 'thank you' and returned to her work. Hearing a small grunt of acceptance from the boy, she listened to the small steps and finally the pushing of a chair. She lifted her head to take a sip from the drink, her eyes followed itself back to the mirror that was behind her partners back. Almost choking on her drink, Theodora rubbed her eye with her free hand, not believing in what was happening in front of her. The reflection of her partner was staring back at her, watching her through the mirror. But, no face. In fact, what was staring at her was a deep dark shadow. With no expression to it, she felt the tight glare that escaped the entity. It was scary. In complete shock, Theodora hurriedly stood up. That night, she left in a flash despite her confused classmates yells. Although everything had been a blur during her leave, she remembered passing a glance at the mirror, only to find her reflection staring right back at her; yet it was a shadow, not her. Nowadays, Theodora likes to not be reminded of that night but its hard when at the corner of her eye, she'll catch a glimpse of a shadow. ▄b i o g r a p h y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Theodora grew up in a relatively normal household. Both parents worked long hours to supply her with her necessities, as she was an only child so they both ended up spoiling her to no ends. Growing up, Theodora was always kept to herself. She didn't have anyone to call a friend because Theodora never had much of a presence during class. Other's wouldn't even have known she attended the same class as them. Although nobody could see her, she had something that could; her camera. It was her life-long dream to create films that captured what her eyes have witnessed. When her tiny hands gripped on the camera, her eyes never leaving the miniature screen, Theodora began her first film. It was her birthday party. She slung the camera around in the beginning, showing off her rusty skills to her joyful parents. The film captured their tiredness that slept in their eyes, but, Theodora captured a slight happiness that floated about the two. They both shared a small kiss before returning a smile to the camera, her father talking to the camera and detailing Theodora's embarrassing moments. Her mother pushing her father slightly and laughing at flustered Theodora. Ever since that day, ever since her eyes--her lens--witnessed two people in love, Theodora decided to only film people in love. Their genuine smiles and laughter was something beautiful to Theodora. One day, her parents announced a sudden change of plans. Her father got a job transfer out in a small place called, "Sonina." Ecstatic, Theodora gripped tightly on her camera--she was ready to leave their hometown. He told her that they'd have to wait a least a few months in order to process everything. Her eyes sparkled and shimmered in delight, she was finally leaving. A new environment, new people, possibly new friends. But, the most she was excited for was the filming. These past few years, especially after her last birthday, Theodora never seemed to catch anything on film. Her camera--which was always with her--laid rusted inside her book-bag, hoping for the day Theodora could lift her tiny fingers up and record once more. Thus, during the last month before their leave, Theodora had met a new transfer student. (his eyes glanced to her's, and, as if Theodora didn't have any control of her own body, a curved smile reached the tips of her eyelids.) For the second time in her life, Theodora felt the urge to record someone again. Luckily she didn't have to go to him; he came to her. The two surprisingly hit it off and by the last day before her move, they met at a park. The stars colored the night skies in splattered bits, they shone brighter as if they were alive and breathing. He stood by, the two standing still and listening to the cold air brush past their bodies, tugging at their clothing. The boy pushed his strands of hair behind the red ears of his, it was cold, but they only had a moment to share before Theodora leaves. It was beautiful. The stars, as if they were winking at Theodora, were of a snowfall sparking light in outer space. His figure stood right before this scenery. Theodora only felt such privilege to have witnessed such a beautiful moment. He spilled careful tears as she told him the news. Her eyes drifted downwards to her camera, "Can I film you?" Back up to his eyes, he simply gave her silent nod back. (and then, the two ended off their night in a movie.)

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shhhh

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The Curse of Sonina

I’ll have my character up tomorrow as well!