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Be my Sanctuary

Do you want to write the counsellor, or should I?

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

As soon as she followed Roxy into the cab, Jess' chest tightened. More panic than usual simmered in the air around the anchor, and the empath couldn't blame her. What if one of them let something slip, something the counsellor couldn't ignore? Jess knew from her mother about safeguarding procedures. If either of them said the wrong thing, this session could harm them more than it helped.

The journey didn't take long, which would normally be a relief, but this time the sense of dread spiked as the cab pulled up outside the building. The place was made to look as comforting as possible, with hedges in flower leading up to the doors, but that wasn't enough to put either Jess or Roxy at ease. In fact, as the empath entered and headed to the waiting room with Roxy, the atmosphere seemed to grow heavier. Jess swallowed down a lump in her throat, the pressure around her building to near unbearable levels. The burdens that others came here to lift, she figured, hunching in a seat.

"It'll be fine," she whispered to Roxy, wishing she could guarantee it. "We'll both be fine."

My Hero Academia: Another Story

@pkken Yep, I say he's accepted, interesting character there and I love the crystal Quirk! Just one thing though, the Quirk probably falls under Transformation rather than Emitter, as he generates the crystals from his body.

𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

Calliope "Cal" Higgins

❈ HUMAN ❈

》 BASICS: Calliope "Cal" Higgins || 21 || Female

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"Dreams aren't just a way to escape reality. They're a way to change it."

» 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖢𝖤	» 𝖢𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖳𝖸	» 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖥𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖢𝖤	» 𝖧𝖴𝖬𝖮𝖱	» 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖬𝖠	» 𝖤𝖬𝖯𝖠𝖳𝖧𝖸
★★☆☆☆	★★★★★	★★☆☆☆	★★★★☆	★★★☆☆	★★★☆☆

》 APPEARANCE: 162cm tall || 54 kg || hazel eyes || brown hair

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Cal is fairly small at 5'4, which along with her wide green-brown eyes, adds to the look of childlike innocence about her. She keeps her long dark hair in a braid or ponytail, as it tangles easily if left loose. She dresses in bright, cheery colours (not always ones that match) and often has some kind of eye-catching accessory (again, not necessarily one that goes with her outfit). Buttons, badges, wacky jewellery and hairpins from craft fairs, you name it. On her upper back is a tattoo of her own design; a paintbrush with streaks of colour spreading out on either side of the tip, like the feathers of angel wings.

》 PERSONALITY

---

In a nutshell, Cal is a caffeine and sugar-fuelled whirl of cheer and creativity. For some, this means she's fun to be around, while others find her downright annoying, not that it'll stop her antics. Acting on impulse rather than logic, she tends to act and speak without thinking, landing herself in trouble. Putting up an air of confidence, though, she always bounces back, or at least pretends to.

Her carefree facade is something she applies like paint to dull canvas, or to a brittle clay figurine. It hides her damaged self-esteem from her mother's demands, her fears of ending up like her father, her worries for friends unaware of the Greyspace, the toll her responsibility as a Crown takes on her. Nonetheless, she always does the best she can, as digging deeper under that vivacious front will reveal a kind, warm idealist who goes out of her way to make the world a brighter and better place.

» 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤𝖲	» 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤𝖲
Sweets Coffee (mochas especially) Creative activities Walks along the beach	Snobby people Excessive restrictions Destructive criticism Tidying

》 HISTORY

---

Calliope cherishes her earliest memories of her father. As an illustrator, he was a highly imaginative individual, fuelling his daughter's creativity from a young age. The two would spend entire days walking through woodlands or along the seafront, as he told her countless stories about mythical creatures supposedly inhabiting these areas. Her mother found such stories and games a waste of time, but neither Cal nor her father cared.

The magic of childhood, however, faded as he grew distant over time. He became engrossed in his work, neglecting family, friends and his own health. It was this way that the once innocent Cal came to know what drink and substance abuse were, with it happening in her own home. While out of it, her dad would sometimes mention hearing a strange song. He resorted to any means necessary to experience this otherworldly influence. It was this lack of care for himself that led to his early death.

The last of the wonder disappeared from Cal's life along with him. Her already strict mother kept her under an even tighter rein, claiming it dangerous to get lost in a fantasy world, wary of the slightest foray into fancy. Determined to raise a practical-minded, straight-laced student, she put twice as much pressure on her to succeed in school. Sadly, no matter how she tried, it turned out Cal wasn't academic. Her strength lay in her creative skill, which her mother frowned upon. Many times, she'd verbally lash out at her daughter, saying outright that she'd end up as a self-absorbed drunken head case like her dad.

Cal found refuge in her friends, who encouraged her to resume and pursue her passions no matter what anyone else thought. It took a while, and made the home situation worse, but by the time she was old enough to live away from home, it no longer mattered. She got a job in a cafe, funding short courses in graphic design. On the side, she'd paint, as well as make clay sculptures that she'd sell online and at craft fairs. By now, she had a solid circle of friends who supported her, but before long, she noticed some of them show all too familiar signs of madness.

Some people put the sole blame on drugs, but the truth was even worse. When the odd whisper lured Cal into a warped, empty version of the city, and a diamond-like crown appeared before her, she thought she'd lost her mind too. It was when she learned from other Crowns about the nature of the Greyspace, and the creatures inhabiting it, that she found out what had happened to her dad all those years ago, and what was now happening to the people around her. Since then, she's been giving her all to stop them, or anyone else, from meeting that same fate.

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✣

❅ CROWNED ❅

❖ MAGIC

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CROWN OF IMAGINATION

» 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧	» 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳	» 𝖣𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖸	» 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖤	» 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫 𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖦𝖸
★★★☆☆	★★★★☆	★★★★☆	☆☆☆☆☆	★★★☆☆

Broad in scope as expected of human imagination, what Cal's magic lacks in defense, it makes up for in versatility. Her support effects can make her a valuable ally, as long as she teams up with someone who can tank hits.

Her weapon resembles a six-foot crystalline paintbrush, which can be used for blunt strikes as well as to channel magic. The paintbrush glows various colours depending on the magic she uses.

• FLIGHT OF FANCY: Cal grips the neck of her paintbrush and presses the tip to the tattoo on her upper back. A pair of birdlike wings grow from between her shoulder blades, flowing like liquid. While she can reach impressive flight speed, the wings are easily damaged. Not only does this cause her pain, which translates to the corresponding area on her back as soon as the appendages disappear, it puts her at risk of a serious fall. Also, while this technique is in effect, it slowly drains her magical energy.
• CRAFTED COMPANIONS: She can imbue some of the clay figurines she crafts and paints with magic - namely, dragons and fairies, as they are her speciality. These sculptures must be under one foot in height and width. If she does so, she can summon them in battle as miniature creatures that assist her in battle. While not sentient, they will obey her commands.
  The dragons breathe jets of fire, whereas the fairies can provide small boosts to a person's magical energy as long as they remain summoned, and each fairy can only buff one individual at a time. The companions' moves drain Cal's own reserves.
  Although the creatures are helpful to have around, they can't take much damage. Usually, one hit is all it takes to reduce them to a pile of clay fragments. Up to five companions can be imbued with magic and summoned at once.
• SPLASH OF COLOUR: Cal's strongest but most taxing move. Her paintbrush glows a myriad of colours as she channels energy into it, which is unleashed upon contact with an Elegy. As well as dealing significant damage, it leaves a luminous mark on the monster that slowly weakens it further until it fades after about twenty seconds. By default, the mark is a blob, although Cal can choose the shape. Doing so provides no extra effect besides a cosmetic one, but why not brighten the atmosphere by painting hearts, flowers, silly faces etc on her enemies?
• GLAMOUR: Alters the appearance of one person or object of Cal's choosing. By doing this, she can confuse foes by making an ally look like someone else, or disguising one of her summoned creatures as a different type. This effect can last up to a minute.

❖ TRANSFORMED APPEARANCE

---

As the Crown of Imagination, Cal's hair and eyes turn brilliant blue. Her crown is an actual crown, which floats above her head and resembles lines of shimmering gold paint more than a physical object. Her outfit, while not providing much defense, is light and easy to move around in.

❖ MUSIC

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❖ PLAYLIST	❖ SONG
OPENING THEME	YUKI KAJIURA = "OLD FASHIONED FAIRYTALE"
CASUAL THEME	HIROYUKI SAWANO = "WINGS OF IMAGINATION"
BATTLE THEME	ADN COMPOSITIONS = "HERE BE DRAGONS"
ENDING THEME	YUKI KAJIURA = "FAIRYLAND"
MISC. THEME	FAITH AND THE MUSE = "REINE LA BELLE"

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♕

𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

Seems like Isadora and Calliope are going to get along well xD

𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

@January Thanks for helping me with my character concept! Here's the CS:

Calliope "Cal" Higgins

❈ HUMAN ❈

》 BASICS: Calliope "Cal" Higgins || 21 || Female

---

"Dreams aren't just a way to escape reality. They're a way to change it."

» 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖢𝖤	» 𝖢𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖳𝖸	» 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖥𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖢𝖤	» 𝖧𝖴𝖬𝖮𝖱	» 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖬𝖠	» 𝖤𝖬𝖯𝖠𝖳𝖧𝖸
★★☆☆☆	★★★★★	★★☆☆☆	★★★★☆	★★★☆☆	★★★☆☆

》 APPEARANCE: 162cm tall || 54 kg || hazel eyes || brown hair

---

Cal is fairly small at 5'4, which along with her wide green-brown eyes, adds to the look of childlike innocence about her. She keeps her long dark hair in a braid or ponytail, as it tangles easily if left loose. She dresses in bright, cheery colours (not always ones that match) and often has some kind of eye-catching accessory (again, not necessarily one that goes with her outfit). Buttons, badges, wacky jewellery and hairpins from craft fairs, you name it. On her upper back is a tattoo of her own design; a paintbrush with streaks of colour spreading out on either side of the tip, like the feathers of angel wings.

》 PERSONALITY

---

In a nutshell, Cal is a caffeine and sugar-fuelled whirl of cheer and creativity. For some, this means she's fun to be around, while others find her downright annoying, not that it'll stop her antics. Acting on impulse rather than logic, she tends to act and speak without thinking, landing herself in trouble. Putting up an air of confidence, though, she always bounces back, or at least pretends to.

Her carefree facade is something she applies like paint to dull canvas, or to a brittle clay figurine. It hides her damaged self-esteem from her mother's demands, her fears of ending up like her father, her worries for friends unaware of the Greyspace, the toll her responsibility as a Crown takes on her. Nonetheless, she always does the best she can, as digging deeper under that vivacious front will reveal a kind, warm idealist who goes out of her way to make the world a brighter and better place.

» 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤𝖲	» 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤𝖲
Sweets Coffee (mochas especially) Creative activities Walks along the beach	Snobby people Excessive restrictions Destructive criticism Tidying

》 HISTORY

---

Calliope cherishes her earliest memories of her father. As an illustrator, he was a highly imaginative individual, fuelling his daughter's creativity from a young age. The two would spend entire days walking through woodlands or along the seafront, as he told her countless stories about mythical creatures supposedly inhabiting these areas. Her mother found such stories and games a waste of time, but neither Cal nor her father cared.

The magic of childhood, however, faded as he grew distant over time. He became engrossed in his work, neglecting family, friends and his own health. It was this way that the once innocent Cal came to know what drink and substance abuse were, with it happening in her own home. While out of it, her dad would sometimes mention hearing a strange song. He resorted to any means necessary to experience this otherworldly influence. It was this lack of care for himself that led to his early death.

The last of the wonder disappeared from Cal's life along with him. Her already strict mother kept her under an even tighter rein, claiming it dangerous to get lost in a fantasy world, wary of the slightest foray into fancy. Determined to raise a practical-minded, straight-laced student, she put twice as much pressure on her to succeed in school. Sadly, no matter how she tried, it turned out Cal wasn't academic. Her strength lay in her creative skill, which her mother frowned upon. Many times, she'd verbally lash out at her daughter, saying outright that she'd end up as a self-absorbed drunken head case like her dad.

Cal found refuge in her friends, who encouraged her to resume and pursue her passions no matter what anyone else thought. It took a while, and made the home situation worse, but by the time she was old enough to live away from home, it no longer mattered. She got a job in a cafe, funding short courses in graphic design. On the side, she'd paint, as well as make clay sculptures that she'd sell online and at craft fairs. By now, she had a solid circle of friends who supported her, but before long, she noticed some of them show all too familiar signs of madness.

Some people put the sole blame on drugs, but the truth was even worse. When the odd whisper lured Cal into a warped, empty version of the city, and a diamond-like crown appeared before her, she thought she'd lost her mind too. It was when she learned from other Crowns about the nature of the Greyspace, and the creatures inhabiting it, that she found out what had happened to her dad all those years ago, and what was now happening to the people around her. Since then, she's been giving her all to stop them, or anyone else, from meeting that same fate.

---

---

✣

❅ CROWNED ❅

❖ MAGIC

---

CROWN OF IMAGINATION

» 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧	» 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳	» 𝖣𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖸	» 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖤	» 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫 𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖦𝖸
★★★☆☆	★★★★☆	★★★★☆	☆☆☆☆☆	★★★☆☆

Broad in scope as expected of human imagination, what Cal's magic lacks in defense, it makes up for in versatility. Her support effects can make her a valuable ally, as long as she teams up with someone who can tank hits.

Her weapon resembles a six-foot crystalline paintbrush, which can be used for blunt strikes as well as to channel magic. The paintbrush glows various colours depending on the magic she uses.

• FLIGHT OF FANCY: Cal grips the neck of her paintbrush and presses the tip to the tattoo on her upper back. A pair of birdlike wings grow from between her shoulder blades, flowing like liquid. While she can reach impressive flight speed, the wings are easily damaged. Not only does this cause her pain, which translates to the corresponding area on her back as soon as the appendages disappear, it puts her at risk of a serious fall. Also, while this technique is in effect, it slowly drains her magical energy.
• CRAFTED COMPANIONS: She can imbue some of the clay figurines she crafts and paints with magic - namely, dragons and fairies, as they are her speciality. These sculptures must be under one foot in height and width. If she does so, she can summon them in battle as miniature creatures that assist her in battle. While not sentient, they will obey her commands.
  The dragons breathe jets of fire, whereas the fairies can provide small boosts to a person's magical energy as long as they remain summoned, and each fairy can only buff one individual at a time. The companions' moves drain Cal's own reserves.
  Although the creatures are helpful to have around, they can't take much damage. Usually, one hit is all it takes to reduce them to a pile of clay fragments. Up to five companions can be imbued with magic and summoned at once.
• SPLASH OF COLOUR: Cal's strongest but most taxing move. Her paintbrush glows a myriad of colours as she channels energy into it, which is unleashed upon contact with an Elegy. As well as dealing significant damage, it leaves a luminous mark on the monster that slowly weakens it further until it fades after about twenty seconds. By default, the mark is a blob, although Cal can choose the shape. Doing so provides no extra effect besides a cosmetic one, but why not brighten the atmosphere by painting hearts, flowers, silly faces etc on her enemies?
• GLAMOUR: Alters the appearance of one person or object of Cal's choosing. By doing this, she can confuse foes by making an ally look like someone else, or disguising one of her summoned creatures as a different type. This effect can last up to a minute.

❖ TRANSFORMED APPEARANCE

---

As the Crown of Imagination, Cal's hair and eyes turn brilliant blue. Her crown is an actual crown, which floats above her head and resembles lines of shimmering gold paint more than a physical object. Her outfit, while not providing much defense, is light and easy to move around in.

❖ MUSIC

---

❖ PLAYLIST	❖ SONG
OPENING THEME	YUKI KAJIURA = "OLD FASHIONED FAIRYTALE"
CASUAL THEME	HIROYUKI SAWANO = "WINGS OF IMAGINATION"
BATTLE THEME	ADN COMPOSITIONS = "HERE BE DRAGONS"
ENDING THEME	YUKI KAJIURA = "FAIRYLAND"
MISC. THEME	FAITH AND THE MUSE = "REINE LA BELLE"

---

---

♕

Because there just has to be a classic magical girl :)

My Hero Academia: Another Story

@Heartfillia Yep I know I already told you this on the Discord, but here it is officially. Accepted :)

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

Jess didn't sleep much better than Roxy. She kept waking drenched in cold sweat, heart racing, even if she couldn't remember what she'd dreamed about. Of course, she knew all too well why that was. It wasn't her own panic jolting her awake, but Roxy's. The weekend was drawing ever closer, the middle of the week already here.

Which meant, Jess thought as she dragged herself out of bed, the first counselling session. As if a simple talk with a stranger would help with something like this. She knew deep down there were things she needed to work through... her father's death, the guilt of having stressed her mother, readjusting to society. How selfish would it be, though, to discuss her own problems while Roxy couldn't express hers?

While getting ready, she considered the matter. Maybe the main thing to focus on was learning to live together, which they already seemed to be making progress with.

She could feel that pent-up tension slowly ease as she headed into the main room, where Roxy channeled her frustration into a workout. "Hey, morning," Jess greeted the anchor as she put some sliced bread in the toaster and switched the kettle on, taking two mugs from the cupboard. It seemed they both needed coffee.

With a sigh, she leaned against the counter. "Let's hope today's at least some help..."

Be my Sanctuary

Yep! Not much more that can be done for this day, skipping to Wednesday sounds good.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith

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@Heartfillia @SimpleWriter

As Renard smiled, Freya gave a contented purr. Her attempt to cheer him up had worked... sort of. This wouldn't solve everything, especially not something of that magnitude. Like her mother had said, it would take a while for everyone to get back on their feet. Still, maybe - hopefully - this was a start. "Ha! I knew you couldn't resist my ultimate technique!" she joked, reclining on the steps once more.

"And it's not that we're praising you too much," she continued, "or more so than anyone else. It's that you're not giving yourself enough credit. Yeah, everyone did their best, but so did you." A trace of sadness tinged her smile. No, not quite everyone, she couldn't help thinking. She could have done better. She could have looked where she was going instead of blundering right in, and spared Renard all that physical and mental torment in the first place. Gabby may have mentioned it didn't do to dwell on regrets - which must have resonated with Renard much, much more than intended - but was there really a way not to?

Watching as he headed over to Eira, Freya tensed a little, hoping the icy girl wouldn't bring his mood crashing back down. Instead, her only response was a mutter, a glare and a hasty exit. Pretty mild for Eira at least, Freya noted, although surely a simple thank you in return couldn't be that difficult.

Just as the class' resident ice queen left, three other students made an appearance. Freya sat up, giving an uneasy chuckle as one of them squealed about meeting heroes in the flesh. A kind thing to say, that applied to most people here, and was exactly the encouragement they needed. She, however, wasn't exactly used to hearing such compliments, and living up to such expectations would be no easy feat.

Beside the bubbly girl, a dark and dreary student was quick to offset the positivity. At the sheer dismissiveness in the horned girl's tone, Freya's back stiffened into a slight arch. Eira's attitude sometimes stirred up uncomfortable memories, but this person's taunts sounded almost exactly like those constantly stuck in the back of Freya's mind. Another student, a timid seeming one with band-aids on her face, whispered to her snarky friend, but did nothing to deter her. More insults followed, the comment about Sofia's departure hitting like a gut punch.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Freya faced the girl, Erika. She wished she could pull off rousing speeches, like Peter or Gabby. Instead, she gave a simple reply. "They did more than you think. More than they seem to think themselves."

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Kerianne Morley ~ Nightwatch

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@Nyahahameha @Tenma Tendo @SimpleWriter @Aerandir

Kerianne's eyes shifted from Renard to Gabby, then to Breeze. "This is exactly what I meant." Her tone remained cool, like that of a teacher demonstrating a theory to a class, but her lips still had that small upward curve. There had been truth to her adoptive father's words that day. Once again, she turned to Gabby. "Moral support really is part and parcel of a hero's job."

At Yi's suggestion, she nodded. "Since there was supposed to be a training lesson anyway, I'm up for some sparring," she said, right after Gabby jumped at the chance. "Just, uh, give me a moment." With that automatic inward shudder that any hint of vulnerability brought on, she headed back to the mat and sat down, sipping from the water bottle. "It's nothing. I just need some water is all." It had to be as obvious now as it had been a moment ago that she didn't yet feel one hundred per cent, but she wasn't going to do herself another stupid injury. Besides, she'd be fine after a few minutes, which she could spend watching the others. "Breeze, are you in?"

An excited shout from the doorway drew Kerianne's attention as three students entered. She stood, ready to greet them, only to fold her arms at a comment that contrasted utterly with that of the cheery blue-haired girl. The blonde groaned as, despite the reaction of the third student, negativity kept pouring forth from the girl addressed as Erika.

"Well isn't the mood just going to skyrocket from this," Kerianne muttered. At least Erika's attitude wasn't getting to Gabby, who copied the twirling pose of the neon-haired girl, Momo. "Good to meet you though, Momo. And..." Her gaze settled on the quiet one. "What's your name? Mine's Kerianne, and this is Yi." She gestured towards her martial artist friend. "Who in fact just suggested a training session."