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Citrus❈ WHO AM I? ❈
》 𝖡𝖠𝖲𝖨𝖢𝖲: Juān Bái || 23 || Fae"C’mon, let’s fucking do something already."A fay lacking a firm purpose, a frustrated youth itching for trouble, an ex-gang member from Hong Kong, a newly minted New-Yorker dabbling in crime and activism, and a covert Starweaver.》 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤: 163 cm || 64 kg
Juān is somewhat on the short side, has the grayish-blue complexion of a cloudy, misty, rainy day, and is fit with some decent muscles, especially in her legs. She has obvious demi-human features, including her pair of horns, fluffy animal ears protruding beneath them, eerie eyes, sharp teeth, tough and pointed fingernails, lightly furred thighs, heavily furred calves, and mountain goat shaped hooves instead of feet. Her hair is moderately thick, slightly scruffy, and has obviously not been cut in a while (or not cut well); her split, uneven ends fall just slightly past her shoulders, and her fringe covers the wide forehead of her heart-shaped face. Her eyes are a mesmerizing thing; her irises are a thick outline of near-black, and the pupils as if it were a spark of light ignited within, hues of amber to light red swirling in the center. As Juān tends to peer at the world with mistrust, irritation, or discontent, they can be rather alarming to observe.
Juān dresses fairly unassumingly, in dark toned clothing consisting of graphic t-shirts, hoodies, jackets, jeans (usually worn out, ripped, and/or patched) or baggy trousers, the occasional bottom-free ‘boots’ (more of a wrap-around which fastens above her hooves), and some accessories (clip-on chains and earrings, studded belts and bracelets, a necklace or two). She tends to get her things cheap, usually second-hand, which comes with having to often purchase a size or two larger. While her apparel is unremarkable, she does have a certain presence to her, mainly due to her fully confident posture, a quick paced walk, a complete disinterest to get out of anyone’s way (if anything it’s the other way around, as she will make any bumps more painful than necessary), and what could fancifully be termed an aura of danger. Completing the ensemble is her somewhat low voice, hoarse and scratchy from smoking, and a harsh manner of speaking; she also has a practiced, effective, well-carrying shout and little compunction not to use it.》 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸As a thrill-seeker and an adrenaline junky, Juān is very rarely not involved in something action-packed or adventurous. She does occasionally swing from high-octane volatile to apathetically morose, which is not any more flattering of a temperament. As unsatisfied as she is with the state of the world, however, she is willing to put in the effort to change some things for the better (bitch as she may while she does so). She doesn’t consider herself an idealist, since her methods are not strictly moral nor necessarily legal. Besides, she is more than willing to make use of many a thing purely out of a healthy self-interest. However, she has lines she will never cross and principles she will not betray. Whatever cause or person that manages to earn her loyalty will not easily (if ever) lose it.
Juān is a temperamental young woman, her ire and dissatisfaction easily earned. She is curious, and an innate recklessness draws her to act upon whims, which combined with a disinclination to commit fully (usually borne out of disappointment) don’t give her the best reputation. However, as aforementioned, the rare things that she sticks to, she would rather die than let go of. Despite her faults, she is willing and used to working together with others; granted, a lot of that experience comes from her dealings with criminals.
Keeping her Starweaver abilities secret (after the initial exposure) has forced her to be cunning. Though she does not reveal it, she has become much more cautious and wary, especially when it comes to her Starweaver ability. She also strives to pay more attention to the happenings around her, to be more aware of noteworthy, relevant events as well as to be informed of anything which might endanger something (or someone) truly dear to her. Admittedly, such observation, scheming, and foresight does not come easily to her. She still gets heated quickly, and is too dismissive of things which do not concern her. But she is at least putting in some effort so she does not inadvertently become a danger to someone she likes.》 𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖸Juān was born to a pair of the many refugees fleeing to Hong Kong during and after the events of the 3rd calamity. By the time she was born, the metropolitan area was still teeming with fugitives, though they were diminished compared to the first few years of the 2000s. There were two main reasons for that; part of them had moved elsewhere, and a part had been decimated during the early power struggles of the various criminal elements clashing for turfs and influence. However, after a swift resolution followed a boom of building and gradual healing. The remaining newcomers were also largely integrated.
Juān’s home was a medium sized, demi-human exclusive community – consisting predominantly of fey – which had claimed an old, unused underground mall. With the allowance of the city (or rather, its not-so-secret rulers), it had been renovated and expanded, now serving primarily as a residential area. The fey had layered it with soil and grown foliage within, making it resemble a large greenhouse/park. Over the years, part of the place was once again dedicated to shoppers, while the expanded main entryway became littered with small-scale eateries and tea or coffee houses.
For a daring youngling, there was plenty to explore, especially once one left the premises. Juān soon became acquainted with the wider world – though it might have seemed sizable at the time, it was of course only a small part of it. Since the nearest public school was outside of her home district, Juān ventured outside daily, and there wasn’t much to stop her from wandering elsewhere after her lessons were finished. Her parents were largely unworried, distracted as they were with work. It was during her early childhood that she met her best friend, a half-fey named Yun with a penchant for adventure matching Juān’s.
The two were practically glued hip-to-hip for years, together for nearly everything; going to school, playing, visiting each other’s homes (Yun’s was an apartment in a high-rise), learning how to fly, discovering new locations on the daily. However, this nearly idyllic life was cut short when Juān was about 14. Yun simply disappeared one day, and even after being declared missing for a month, hadn’t been found. Those who were aware and cared presumed the child had been snatched by the Mun Ji Dong. Juān was devastated, and stayed at home for two weeks straight.
Her return to school was a rocky one, her grades dropped, and she was clearly not engaged, not with the lessons nor with the people. She became more withdrawn, not letting anyone get close. But she also became wilder and moodier, started getting into fights, and was drawn to minor crimes (mainly vandalism). She was obviously lashing out, and no one seriously tried to stop her. After a brief loner period, she migrated to the company of older kids, whom she occasionally got to mooch cigs or alcohol off of. Once or twice, she got herself a stronger hit back home, but it wasn’t what she was looking for. She somehow managed to muddle through school until 18, though poorly. She got her successful graduation purely in memory of Yun.
Due to her low prospects, the downwards spiral into aggression, and a seemingly non-caring, dismissive environment, it was of little surprise that Juān fell into with the worst of the worst. She was recruited into the Four Seas Gang, and she joined entirely willingly, even eagerly. It was the first and last time that she managed to shock her parents into fury; they threw her out, severing all ties. She knew by then that her home district was one of the suppliers for the Tien Tao Meng, but didn’t feel like joining that business; it was mainly due to this conflict of interest that she was driven away. She never got to see her parents again, but frankly wouldn’t have cared to even if she could have.
Ironically enough, her gang membership in the following years had a stabilizing influence on her. Juān felt better that ever, and got to improve her physical fitness and magical prowess. Certainly, she was murdering, extorting, and otherwise intimidating whomever she was ordered to left and right, but since her superiors cared more for an efficient pawn than a self-destructive maverick, she was tightly leashed and collared. The young fey actually enjoyed the sense of direction, both being under control yet feeling more in control than she’d had in a long while. She got a sense of accomplishment and a decent pay besides.
At 21, Juān was sure that this was it for what remained of her likely short life. Her work posed a high risk of fatality, yet wasn’t anything that special. But it was hers, comfortable and well-known by then, and rather freeing. Then, one mundane nighttime, during her earned rest after a shootout the previous day, her long-departed best friend spoke to her. “Wake up,” they said, in the Old Tongue and with that all-too-familiar voice. When she awoke, Juān knew she was a Starweaver. She felt as if she’d finally emerged from a haze she hadn’t even known was there, yet was simultaneously drunk on power.
She recalled her desire for vengeance against the Mun Ji Dong; a goal which suddenly felt well within her grasp. Those old embers of righteous fury were reignited, and she was proudly full of purpose. She set out on her own, disappearing into the night, with nothing but a half-formed plan. This, then, shortly after the most momentous occurrence of her life, was when she encountered the mist; an event which very suddenly and unexpectedly swiftly became the newly most prominent of her existence. She met Yun, this time not just their voice, but the whole person; some as she remembered, some as they might have grown up had they occasion to do so. Yun spoke to her at length, though when Juān reemerged from the mist, barely any time had passed at all.
The whole of it was deeply confusing, though also brought her deep relief alongside a bittersweet happiness and a sorrowful regret. Juān didn’t know if it’d been a hallucination or an unexplained magic, but she was nonetheless tremendously affected. She forwent the solo revenge plan and went back home to sleep on it. Over the next few days, Juān gradually crafted a new idea, one that’d satisfy both her and her friend’s wishes.
She arranged a meeting with some of the Four Seas bosses, claiming to have info on a Starweaver.
When faced with them, she simply activated her power, and the meeting began. It was fairly long and tense, involving mutual blackmail, threats, menacing, and violence. Eventually, they grudgingly came to a satisfactory arrangement. Juān would get an array of targets to destroy (people and buildings from all three clans – including the Four Seas, so they could hide their involvement). This would get her the desired revenge against the Mun Ji Dong, as it would be the first time she got leave to act against them in a significant manner. In exchange for a vow against attempts that may lead to mutually assured destruction, she’d get the appropriate documents and such afterwards. Finally, Juān would leave the country – effectively being exiled until further notice.
The plan was carried out, and though the rampage of the so-called Blue Emperor lasted no longer than a day, the gangs were certainly affected enough to act swiftly. With the secret backing of the Four Seas (who’d in actuality been harmed the least, though they put on an admirable front of outrage), Juān left the country before she could be chased down. She then got herself out of the continent, leaving the area of influence of those who might seek her.
Eventually, she settled in New York, where she’d been laying low since then. She got herself some part time jobs, a shitty apartment, and eventually made a few low-scale connections among the local gangs. Nothing she did was too prominent, as she’d been concealing her Starweaver powers ever since the events in Hong Kong. She’d got what she wanted; now she wanted to try out that ‘normal life’ thing her departed friend had recommended.
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❅ WAKE UP, STARWEAVER ❅
❖ 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢DEVOURER BUTTERFLIES
When conjured, these glimmering insects appear within one meter of the user. They require a set amount of mana to be summoned, and once they exist, they gather further energy on their own (from designated enemies, the general surroundings, or by being gifted it by the user or allies). When ordered to drain a someone’s energy, the butterflies will fly to the chosen enemy (or enemies) and attempt to stick to them. They need to be within a meter of a person to drain them, and they will primarily deplete their magical energy. If the enemy is nonmagical, they will sap their physical and mental energies (tiring them out), but this will take longer. An enemy can get rid of the butterflies, for example by shaking them off and escaping them. However, the closer the creatures are to an enemy, the more difficult they are to remove (within a milimeter of them, it’s nearly impossible). The summoned creatures will automatically dissipate if 1) the enemy gets more than 500 meters away from the user, and/or 2) they have been summoned for longer than an hour.
Once the butterflies reach a certain energy threshold, they can be detonated at will by the user. They gather magical energy at a rate of 1% (of mana equal to the user’s level) per 6 seconds, and non-magical energy at a rate of 1% per 12 seconds. The user is aware of each butterfly’s energy/charge level. The more energy a butterfly gathers, the larger the resulting explosion; however, there are some limits. The lower limit is an explosion of 5 centimeters in diameter which requires the butterfly to be charged with the equivalent of 1% of the user’s mana pool. The upper limit is an explosion of 50 centimeters in diameter which requires a butterfly to be charged with the equivalent of 10% of the user’s mana pool.
When all butterflies from a swarm have been used up or when more than an hour passes from the initial conjuration, another swarm (of up to 30 butterflies) will have to be summoned. The user cannot conjure more than a maximum of 30 creatures at once (i.e. no more than a single swarm may be in existence at a time). Additionally, an existent swarm cannot be replenished – for example, if 5/30 butterflies have been already detonated, no more than the remaining 25 may be operated with. Only once the initial 30 have been destroyed can another 30 be summoned. However, summoning subsequent swarms is significantly more fatiguing. For Juān, the hard limit is 6 swarms per day, however the more closely one after another she wishes to conjure them, the more taxing the effects. Even summoning a second one immediately after the first was destroyed would require her to heavily conserve on casting her regular (fey) magic. Even if she did do that, she would then be unable to conjure a third swarm without at least a few minutes of rest after the second one was destroyed.❖ 𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖯𝖧A fanciful cyan outline of a butterfly.❖ 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖨𝖢
❖ PLAYLIST ❖ SONG OPENING THEME The Raven Age = "My Revenge" CASUAL THEME Silent Theory = "Watch Me Burn" BATTLE THEME BNHA OST = "Bombing King" ENDING THEME Black Hydra = "Honour"
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