Mole

Avalia

_{T I M E : 1 0 : 0 0 A M
L O C A T I O N : J U N G L E
I N T E R A C T I O N S : C A E L A N , R O S A R I A , S O P H I E , N U A L L Á N , J O M A R I
T A G S : @Potter, @13org, @Alivefalling, @princess, @baraquiel
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T}

The vuothoran thrashed its large claw just over Caelan, carrying Sohpie, and Aurora. The light elf could hear the momentum gather like a gushing, violent wind as it clawed violently over their heads. The auras of Caelan and Sophie grew significantly by the onslaught of movements through the jungle. She tried not to fear what would happen to them, as she managed barely to cover her own condition.

Her feet continued padding as quickly as they could against the dirt flooring. She followed gracefully, making sure to judge the appropriate nimbleness for the outdoors. While she was not the swiftest in movements, she was not the slowest either. And Nuallán's steps hastened protectively. She heard his voice through the chaos. It was a quick, stable sound, and Aurora held onto his tune as she tried to find a rhyme and rhythm through all the rumbling of the jungle.

The sounds continued as loud and booming, and suddenly, there was another sound, like that of a group of light elves. She could discern this by the sound of their magic and distance of powers. She made no attempt to turn around to observe for auras. Instead, she trusted within herself and continued her run for safety. As she began her prayers within herself, the sound of a light elf screaming for his own life echoed through the trees and openings and closings of the jungle. Aurora could feel the poor creature’s pain as life left his mortal body. A prayer for the sacrificed life was quickly chanted silently within herself.

And then, the group had made it to safety. Their energy levels had shifted dramatically, especially the humans'. They looked like pulsing stars, ready to explode. Nuallán's voice was heard again, directed towards her. Aurora turned to his tall frame, still calm and collected. It was evident that he had been running from something dangerous, but his usual smoothness was still glowing with its usual ambiance. Her blind eyes quickly shifted to look for Lady Rosaria. The princess seemed fine, as well.

"I am terribly sorry for asking this of you so soon but... The humans might need your assistance calming their hearts... Now more than ever." Nuallán said in a low tone and with a discreet bow towards her. She watched his energy lower as he spoke and received his suggestion with a welcoming smile. The look of worriment remained on her face, as usual, though.

The light elf turned towards the humans. They were such strong yet impressionable creatures. SHe would tend to their needs as was fit for them. Each had their own individual trials and feelings within that differed from one human to the next. Each creature shared a distinction in this manner, her father had taught her. Never under estimate the interior of a being. No matter how trivial of a thing it might be. The humans were nothing but trivial. If anything, she found them more complicated than any of the creatures in Avalia, "Yes, I shall sooth and comfort your spirits. It will remain most calming if you accept my gift with your eyes closed, but the gesture is not necessary." She understood that after such an event, putting one's guard down could stir unwanted emotions. However, accepting her magic was best done in the best concentrated manner, which seemingly was with eyes closed.

Quietly, Aurora lifted her hands as if holding a fragile crystal ball of some sort. Her fingers were relaxed, and her white cloak draped gracefully from her limbs. She began humming an enchanting song that sounded ancient to the humans. She drew the energies of Solaris, where glittering sparkles of the sun dazzled through the overhung leaves of the forest. Little sprites trickled like starlets into her palms and vibrated her peaceful hum into an inaudible peaceful pulse that radiated through the hearts of the humans.

What Are You Listening To?

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒎 - 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

_{a short story | winner of mfp#6
colors & eastern religion}

[+]

<sub>Despair

Black, like his pupils. They were dark and pierced through me. It didn’t matter what color his eyes were.
It was the undiscovered universe behind them. It was the mysterious darkness that looked at me. It was like the
color of this room. Completely and utterly pitch black.

I opened my eyes and studied the shadows of the silence. All I saw was black, like a void, trying to swallow me.
My sheets were reassurance that I was still alive, still breathing, still lying in the stiff, sanitized bed in a hospital room.

Father Sergius is scheduled to visit me today. He will arrive with his black cassock and black briefcase and
black shoes. He will open his briefcase and pull out his cross and a few other holy things. He will caress his black
prayer rope with his fingers. He will ask what is on my mind, what is ailing me.

What will I say? It’s all around me. It caresses my skin, yet I cannot feel it. It holds me tight but never touches me.
It folds me into the very heart of my sin. It leaves me empty and cold. Yet, no matter how close I am to the darkness, it
never leads me to him.

All I have are memories of him. I can watch them. I can hear them. I can replay them over and over. They are a part
of me, and yet I am not a part of them.

How can I keep searching in the darkness for his mysterious universe? No matter how close I get to the darkness, it
will never be close enough to see him again. However, I must not lose hope, Father Sergius, even if it kills me.</sub>

Avalia

_{T I M E : 1 0 : 0 0 A M
L O C A T I O N : J U N G L E
I N T E R A C T I O N S : C A E L A N , R O S A R I A , N U A L L Á N
T A G S : @Potter, @13org, @Alivefalling, @princess, @baraquiel
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T}

The rumbling came quickly and without warning. Even Aurora, with her sharp hearing had not caught any echo of the approaching monster until it was almost right upon them. Its aurora raged with an ominous and angry glow. Any interaction with it would be fatal, but she let not the situation shake her as the it did the earth. Swiftly, she turned with the others, listening intently to not just Princess Rosaria's command, but their footsteps (Nuallán's especially), as well. Everyone's auras were glowing brighter than usual...

Caelan was under her watch. His actions could precipitate, and she found strength in his actions. He was quick like most humans, but the advisor would not let keep her guard from him. He was now under her wing of protection. This was an unusual circumstance for him, and she knew very little of his inner universe, “Under your will, my Lady!” Her voice chimed with determination through the chaos. Her feet took flight and followed closely next to Caelan.

She spoke to him next, “I will protect you. Fear nothing and continue to follow Princess Rosaria.” Her voice was calm, and through her elvish appearance, she managed a soothing, maternal smile. Even if the group split, she wanted to know that they both tried their hardest to keep together. She was prepared either way -- with all her might, through life or death, she would protect the humans as the Princess so desired.

Avalia

_{T I M E : 1 0 : 0 0 A M
L O C A T I O N : O D D S A N D E N D S
I N T E R A C T I O N S : N U A L L Á N , R O S A R I A
T A G S : @Potter, @13org, @Alivefalling, @princess, @baraquiel
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T}

To protect the humans with all her might.. Just as the Princess wished, Aurora would do. Sacrificing herself for another creature’s well-being came easy for her, and she understood the command with great responsibility. She also understood, the task was a difficult one. Humans were extraordinary creatures. They were strong and weak all at the same time.

The vulnerability deemed itself the greatest threat at the moment. The jungle was only the beginning. Many things could happen in the wilderness, and the humans had minimal knowledge of what to expect. Even if they mustered all of their imagination to make predictions, they were not quite prepared for the unpredictable natures. Still, humans have been said to be quite cunning and witty. They had their own smarts about them. Her father also told her to never underestimate a human. He said this about all creatures, but he seemed to express the most concern about this particular subject when disciplining her about humans.

A slight blush painted across her cheeks as she listened to Princess Rosaria and Nuallán. Their characters towards each other were very sentimental. Sometimes, Aurora had a hard time addressing the differences in their auras when they had these types of conversations with each other. They seemed to be one, and Aurora felt the peace between them to be a genuine truth that humbled her. As opposed to making any comment, the spiritual advisor simply smiled and gave them their privacy. She had a trust in the Princess, as well. She was a wise and courageous woman, and although, her depth was shallow in comparison to Nuallán’s, she still adored it a great deal.

The Digital Expanse {Digimon x Megaman RP}

C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

The little white creature kept moving in its little space. The innocence of the act kept Suzi’s attention for a good while, as she ignored her surroundings. A childish longing smiled in a lull at the little monster. Maybe things aren’t so bad… She took in a “big girl breath” and released it. Her attention averted towards the sky, naturally, noting the warmth increasing around her skin.

Suzi’s feelings shifted around, and her front teeth continued caressing the plush of her bottom lip, “Wh… why is it getting s-so warm?” She stuttered in a question. The sun was blazing brighter and reminded her of a British book she had read called The Magician’s Nephew. There was something otherworldly about how it burned in the sky. She looked back down at her Digimon and glanced at her white prayer beads.

Drawing in another breath, the young girl tried to melt away her fears. God would not give her more than she could handle. Besides, the innocent smile on her little monster’s face had to mean something.

Avalia

_{T I M E : 1 0 : 0 0 A M
L O C A T I O N : O D D S A N D E N D S
I N T E R A C T I O N S : N U A L L Á N , C A E L A N , R O S A R I A
T A G S : @Potter, @13org, @Alivefalling, @princess, @baraquiel
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T}

The excitement from the ceremony was transpiring outside, as well. Despite still feeling the heavy loss that had aired not too long ago, it was good to hear such high spirits. For this, Aurora welcomed the new and younger company. Their touch was interesting to note. Her late father had known humans once upon a time, but this was Aurora’s first encounter. She would not let anything dampen the moment.

It all was a pleasant surprise for the given moment. She could feel the turmoil brewing in the winds. They would need all the help they could get. They were all innocent creatures, including the dark elves, they knew not what they were doing. She let out an empathetic breath and waved the doom from impeding on her.

Instead, Aurora listened to the communion between the eleven and humans. There was a mysterious link between them, and she meditated upon their energies as one would burning candles before an altar. It was such a curious situation, and the light elf took as many mental notes as possible, including the éros beginning to spark between two creatures.

She gave Nuallán a reverent bow right before one of the creatures came over and introduced himself. His voice was the same as the enraged human who interacted in an undiplomatic persona. As quickly as he had shifted his emotions, he was already wandering away from her. His energy was vibrant. Aurora wondered if his use of magic would be just as quick. Regardless, the Princess has addressed her, already.

A small smile painted on her lips when she responded to Princess Rosaria’ address, “Why, my reverent lady.” Aurora spoke with utmost admiration and honesty for the Princess. The honor was a pleasant one. For a split second, the spiritual advisor thought to wish something from the Princess. Alas, she felt compelled to at least embrace the charitable nature in light of such good tidings, “I am in need of nothing. All I wish is to help and assist you in your feat.” The smile continued on her face.

There was a goodness inside of her that she felt for this new tribulation. She also felt excited. There truly was no room for fear, even in the face of the darkness that was crawling closer. The light elves had no option but to prevail through the incoming storm. They are raised to be the beacons to stay alight during any gorge.

What's your favorite meal for any occasion?

Rice

Avalia

_{T I M E : 9 : 0 0 A M → A M 1 0 : 0 0 A M
L O C A T I O N : H A L L O F T H E C A S T L E , S U N E L F K I N G D O M → O D D S A N D E N D S
I N T E R A C T I O N S : R O S A R I A
T A G S : @Potter, @13org, @Alivefalling, @princess, @baraquiel
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T}

The jingle of earrings whispered gently by Aurora's ears as she stood in the corridor of the Castle. A faint scent of floral herbs flourished around her as she listened to the spectacle. Her hands were clasped in front of her and resting on her white tunic. The Kingdom had waited a long time for this moment, and yet it seemed contrived or forced under pressure. Nonetheless, Aurora was sure it was was for the best according to the current light of events.

Her pose was still as the ceremony of events unfolded. Humans were summoned from their world. There was an entropic uncertainty with the magic and outcomes, and Aurora held close to herself, piously enduring all of her thoughts for the goodness of the ritual. She always wished the best for the Sun Kingdom, and this morning’s spectacle was nothing shy of her prayers.

They continued as the event began weaving its powers in the midst of a light magic, which had not been used in far too long. However, as the curls of light stitched their seams of might, something begrudged interrupted the euphemic sounds that Aurora was enjoying. A couple rude vocals of creatures not from Avalia began rudely complaining.

A small squabble ensued to hush the unknowing participants. It appeared somethings never changed in the human world. Their light pessimism could carry through many portals at the speed of sound. It could pierce through the hearts of well trained elves. If such negativity could pester the tail feathers of the Sun Kingdom so easily, it was no wonder what power their light magic held, as long as it did not fall into the wrong hands.

Such a thought should not have crossed Aurora’s mind, and she felt a regret for allowing her mind to slip into such an enemy territory. Her father has told her to keep an eye on the serpent and an eye on the dove, and for this, she forgave herself.

There was no time to be hard on herself. If she were hard on herself, how then would she respond to others around her? She was embarrassed to believe she could act in any unmerciful way to another creature. The humans were unsettled and displaced. Their comfort was compromised. There was a trail of ideas and thoughts that could very well be plaguing them. Their physicality will be pushed by the sudden shift in dimensions, and their lack of patience needed minding.

“Princess Rosaria!” Her nimble voice called into an airy field of suggestion, “With your blessing, I ask for permission to accompany you,” her feet took several steps forward, as her blind eyes looked onward, passed the creatures she had her attention directed to. Her white gaze seemed to look beyond the physical nature and into the mana that was surmounting in their very natures. And soon, the elf was following the group outside the castle towards Odds and Ends.

Avalia

Aurora Dyewynn the Spiritual Advisor

A U R O R A D Y E W Y N N

_{W A T C H B I R T H A N D D E A T H :
T H E L O T U S H A S A L R E A D Y
O P E N E D I T S F L O W E R .}

P S Y C H O L O G Y

^{F E M A L E ⋆ L I G H T E L F
423 ⋆ 5'8 ⋆ 1 2 0 L B S
W H I T E H A I R ⋆ W H I T E E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N}

_{L I K E S}

⋆ Serenity
⋆ Friendship
⋆ Truth

_{D I S L I K E S}

⋆ Chaos
⋆ Quarrels
⋆ Lies

_{F E A R S}

⋆ Fighting
⋆ Providing Harm
⋆ Dark Magic

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

Trained as a spiritual advisor, Aurora has a quiet but dutiful demeanor. She is seen as kind as she is reserved towards expressing her own feelings and opinions. She enjoys peace and tries to settle any disagreement before aggression arises. Therefore, the elf prefers offering fundamental truths as opposed to unintentionally inviting any hesitation or dispute into a discussion. However, if need be, she is the first to offer herself as a sacrifice in any quarrel.

Her will is patient, and even in a spar of any sort, Aurora remains calm and collective. She is generally slow in reacting, as she tries to avoid fights at all cost and considers the well-being of all involved. Her innocent face of worriment is a bold statement of how she humbly cares for those who are not herself. She does not wish to even think ill of her enemies. However, when she must defend a companion, she will honorably pursue her duty.

Aurora is seen as an easy target, but her wisdom provides for a way of life that guides her away from atrocities. Her charm is enchanting but never used in a dishonorable fashion. It speaks to the good in other creatures and can often times be ignored by the omens of others. Nonetheless, her foresight ought not to be dismissed, even by the most powerful.

In everything, Aurora cherishes life as she does all creatures as she takes not just her life but the life of those around her very seriously. For this reason, she tends to keep an arms distance from many others but is well appreciated and cautiously friendly towards all. Occasionally, she will engage in light-hearted whims. Her humor is sensitive and often causes a shy blush when pushed to react. In these moments, Aurora keeps them safeguarded in her memory, not taking them for granted.

B A C K G R O U N D

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Spiritual Advisor

_{L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{M O T H E R}}
Forsythia Dyewynn
_{^{B R O T H E R}}
Rowan Dyewynn

_{D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{F A T H E R}}
Claderith Dyewynn

_{C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S}

TBA

_{C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)}

None

_{H I S T O R Y}

Born of two elves, who both worked as safeguards for the royal court of the Sun Kingdom. Her mother was a dutiful maid, and her father was a spiritual advisor to the royal court. Aurora’s father Claderith Dyewynn was a much older elf, believing to keep his wisdom and clairvoyance through celibacy and chastity. He never let his mind wander into romantic territories until he slowly softened his heart to Aurora’s mother Forsythia.

Forsythia bore Claderith two children. One son Rowan and later a daughter Aurora. Both were raised within the Sun Kingdom’s walls, and both have devoted their lives to continuing their servitude inside these royal grounds. Rowan decided to serve in the military with his horse Cephal. His knowledge and studies of archery and combat serve the kingdom well. On the other hand, Aurora was born blind and was there was great fear she would lead a crippled life. However, what she lacked physically, she more than compensated in wisdom and holy insight.

Aurora was trained to be sensitive, not just to the heart of others but to the world around her. She can hear her surroundings and make accurate judgements on her whereabouts. If it were not for the white clouds shading her pupils, her grave and ease of movement can be thought as that of an elf with her site.

Her lack of sight causes her to be less prone to worldly desires, and for such a reason, her studies, which follow the footsteps of her father as a spiritual advisor, have come more naturally for her than most. She began at an early age, having taken interest in other worldly duties due to her differences among the other eight elves. She has inherited the mindful duty of her father, letting little cease her interaction with the spiritual world. From her mother, she has inherited a tender touch and humble nature.

C O M B A T A N D M A G I C

Strength 4
Speed on Land 5
Speed in Air 0
Magical Ability 9
Dexterity 6
Weapon Proficiency 2
Stealth 5