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anywho i made it look prettier + changed pronouns


<Snipped quote by soph>

To be fair, it was much better than what it used to be.

I was looking more at the changes than I was the Grammar. So my bad.


oh its okay!!
how come nobody told me i spelled so many words wrong in my cs oh my god
Silently thanking the young child for interrupting T—Albrecht, her eyes had also wandered towards the clown. The circus opening act seemed to be a tad unhinged. Thinking back to how the man had called himself Albrecht, it lead her to believe that the rest of the people around her were the students of 14-A. Out of all her classmates, the only one that would have the (for lack of a better word,) boldness to make such a sound in public was Phann. She began to further examine the others. Not counting Albrecht, Phann, and herself, there were... four people. The girl that Fae had, at a first glance, deemed to be a very dedicated emo kid looked much more interesting than just that. She stood out in a different way than Phann, the lizardman, and the girl with giant robot arms (holy shit, giant robot arms?) did. As if there was an outside force pulling Fae's eyes towards her. A captivating beauty, to be sure, but one that also looked sinister. Fae forced herself to look away, in fear that some dark being would punish her for staring. Unfortunately, her eyes once again met Albrecht's. A pause would be made to the analyzation of her peers.

Oh. He had called her... Fae. Obviously he wasn't wrong, but to hear it out loud and to realize that that was what he was addressing her by felt strange. Not in a strangely good way, or a way that the girl herself could identify as a bad way. It was like hearing it had disconnected herself from reality. Everything the student-turned-egoistic-paladin said after that sounded different. His voice was melting, if voices could melt, and it turned from comprehensible language to white noise. Fae noticed her vision getting fuzzy as well. All of the colors around her that she was seeing began to mesh into one color. Green. Fitting enough, seeing as that was the only color around them. She put her hands up to touch her face. Smoother than before. Then her ears. Pointy? The only species with pointy ears that she knew of were elves. Was she an elf? Something within her told her that logically, it was her sense of touch failing on her just like her sense of sight and hearing. But another voice, one much stronger and louder than the inner voice she had grown to known, told her she was right. Another thing different about her than before. Another thing separating Fae from the person she had been reborn into now. She began questioning herself. Who is she? She was not Fae. At least, not any longer. The Fae from before her rebirth would've adamantly denied being anything but a human, she wouldn't even have entertained the thought. Yet she had just accepted it so easily. It would make sense to just attribute it to her changing, but it felt more than simply her personality changing. She felt as if she was becoming increasingly distant from the identity she once knew.

"Who am I?"

She had to ask herself the question again, but just thinking about it made her uncomfortable. She started to feel weightless, but not in the 'oh my god this is so amazing' type of way. It was in the 'holy fucking shit what is happening to me this is so scary how do I stop' type of way.

Maybe if she changed her name? But to what?

If it weren't for the roar, she could've easily had lost herself in that trance-like state. F... the girl had turned her head in the general direction of where the roar came almost before the sound had even reached her eyes. Interesting, she thought, but not something for her to dwell on at the moment. There was danger. From which direction, she didn't know. She had pointed out to herself when she woke up that the poles were each pointing in a different cardinal direction, but that had just been from her perspective. The goddess had said to go south, but how could any of them truly be sure which way south was? To trust the nearly broken down pillar to take them to safety seemed foolish. Without a compass (if those even worked in this world), there would be no way to tell. Especially when it was bright, meaning they were without stars.

As with all of her thoughts recently, something had interrupted them. Normally it was harder to divert her attention like this, but there were so many other things to stimulate her in this new world, and the roar sounded far enough away that it wasn't immediate danger as she had first thought. Her eyes became locked on the butterflies, flying closer and closer to her. Thankfully, she'd managed to drown out the sound of Albrecht's voice, so she could focus on these creatures. She held out a finger for one of them to land on so she could closely examine them. 'Beautiful,' she thought. No animal in the human world had given off any aura as strong as theirs. She sensed another force imbued within each of the butterflies, one of life. The one on her finger began to flutter its' wings and fly, much to her disappointment. However, the butterfly stopped and turned around before it got too far away. Unsure of exactly how to take this, the elf decided to walk after the insect. The walk quickly turned into a run after the butterfly began to move again.

It was taking her on a path, one that was making her sense the same energy and life force that she felt from the animal that became her temporary tour guide. This had also confused her. Was it was supposed to tell her that there was some organism beneath the ground that was giving off some sort of power? That didn't feel like the right answer. If not an organism, then it was just energy. Energy that was absolutely everywhere around her. As she followed the butterfly more and more, the energy got even stronger than it was before, like it was building up. To her displeasure, the butterfly began to fly higher and higher. The elf's desire to chase the animal had not faded, however. Out of desperation, she started to jump. As she was jumping, she also began to think. All of this energy around her had to have held some sort of benefit to her. The butterfly had given off the energy when she was holding it, which meant it had to have drawn it in. Setting aside her beliefs that she wouldn't be able to do it, she focused her mind on the energy. It then began to turn from a small tingling sensation into a more prominent vibration in her feet. Think. Think, think, think. What would allow her to get high enough to reach the butterfly? Something that would propel her up into the air. Her first thought—no, her instincts told her it was the air itself. If a strong enough gust of wind could push her off her feet, she could get the elevation required to catch it. Making up her mind, she concentrated on the wind. On creating wind. She felt the energy gather underneath her feet. And as quickly as it gathered, it released even quicker, in the form of the gust of wind she had been thinking of before.

The wind blew away the other butterflies that had flocked to her, leaving them to scatter amongst themselves. It threw her up high above the ground, the wind hitting her face as she flew and blowing both her hair and cloak. As she saw her escort get closer to her face, she stretched out her arms in preparation. Waiting for the perfect moment, she clapped her hands together to catch it. She was careful to not clap them too hard so she wouldn't harm it, but she made sure she was quick enough to not let the bug react. A large grin formed on her face in success, and she felt weightless yet again. This time, it was the good kind of weightless. Followed by the unfortunate realization that what goes up must come down. Even more unfortunately, the thing that went up had decided to come down on a certain elf-dressed-as-a-clown's head.

Whatever. She had more than enough time to think before she inevitably hit the ground. So, how about those names?

Liki? No.

Riki? No.

Rafiki? No.

Tahupotiki? No! ...Maybe?

Her thinking time had run out.
@sophI will say it looks MUCH better than it did yesterday, and seems like an entirely new fleshed out character in a good way.

If I'm honest, the first iteration was a 3/10, but this? 8.7/10.

The only thing I have a slight issue with is the link for the weapon is broken.


i know!!! the first iteration was barely even finished and like it didnt even connect her personality with her bio or anything. also i’ll fix it now!
Well, that’s unfortunate.

For so much of her life, Fae’s entire reason to breathe was to prove others wrong. To prove that she was her own person. To prove that she had no need for her stepfather, that she would be just fine on her own. To prove that she had worked hard for everything, that it wasn’t just given to her by any parental figure or any generous stranger. To show to everyone else that everything she did was earned by her. Not that she was blessed by some stupid goddess with some dumb gift of intelligence or dexterity or strength or stamina or—

“All in one piece. All at the right location. All according to plan. My heroes, adjust yourselves to your new bodies and head south. The Glade is only safe for so long, so don’t you dare slack off.”

Oh. Right. A disappointing realization to make, that’s for sure.

After the voice of the goddess left her ears, the sights before her entered her eyes. Another realization to make; this was real. As in, not some sort of dream. Not some sort of story crafted in the depths of some poor soul’s mind. Certainly not the type of thing Fae herself had ever thought of. It was real life. Unlike the other realization Fae had made, this one filled her with hope. This was an entirely different world, one with completely separate possibilities from the one she was in before. Nobody here knew her, and even if her fellow students who died in the tragic accident were here, they certainly couldn’t recognize her. She had been completely reborn, meaning she would not have any of the old ties she had in the human world. Including the ties to her stepfather.

’Thank you, goddess.’ A phrase Fae thought she’d never think in her life. Fae had lived her entire life with next to zero faith in any sort of gods. The most she did was entertain herself with the idea from time to time, but she ended up deciding for herself that any god wouldn’t care at all for someone like her. She assumed that all gods were too busy doing godly things like creating solar systems and galaxies to entertain themselves with the lives of humans. But if an extremely bored and desperate goddess camping in the outskirts of Glasgow waiting for some smartasses to die was what got her here? She would take it.

She decided to assess her surroundings. She saw three pillars, a shield, a sun, and a... pillar without a symbol. Which, conveniently, was the southernmost pillar. This goddess really didn’t want Fae to know anything about her goal, huh? In fact, Fae didn’t remember much of the details of what the goddess told her besides ‘you have to fight the forces of darkness.’ Fae shook her head and decided to pay no mind to it for now. Like the goddess said, she’d still have to get used to her new body. After doing a quick stretch, she saw the bodies of at least two other people. So there were others, after all. Was it in her best interest to get a glance of them? Probably.

Hm.

Quite the interesting cast the goddess had made up here. There was a cloaked-up mysterious looking guy, a small girl (were there two, or was she actually hallucinating?), a lizard who’s humanoid features reminded Fae of a very interesting group of people, a girl who has definitely screamed and cried for her parents to take her to hot topic, and a boy who was. Looking in his trousers. You would think in her desperate time of need, the goddess would’ve assembled a crew that were all made up out of muscular sword wielding armor-wearing heroes? The only person here who seems to come close to fitting that type is not making the greatest of first impressions.

Oh well. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil-

“Hey.”

Unless the evil came to you.

”Hello there, um...” Fae began, both fighting the urge to call him ‘Trouser Boy’ and also fighting the urge to audibly scream out expletives when she heard her own voice. It wasn’t even close to sounding like her! This weird cloak tunic-thingy wearing girl she was masquerading as had an actual mature woman’s voice. The voice Fae was familiar with was all squeaky and helpless little girl sounding. She absolutely loathed the voice she used to have, but this one? It’s finally one she can get behind.

Oh! She still needed a name for this man she was talking to. Trouser Boy would suffice within the confines of her own mind, but she didn’t want to insult someone who she thinks is supposed to be her ally.

”What would you like me to call you?” Fae replied, trying her best to put on a welcoming-looking face.

i updated my previous cs (in my previous post) by a loooot, a lot of stuff was changed about her


original appearance



𝓣𝓲𝓴𝓲
née Fae Jilan


Legend
Out of all the legends passed down through the ages, none are as elusive or feared as the traveler who people claim to be one with the forest itself. They say the traveler has an affinity with wind magic that is unheard of, which rivals most Elfa. Allegedly a righteous individual, different versions of the legend give the hero different allies and rivals. The one rival all legends have in common is the forces of Darkness. Their face is rarely ever shown. This hero would be blessed by the Goddess with a cloak that allows them to burst into leaves.


Name
Fae Jilan (original), Tiki (current)
Age
Biologically 19
Gender
Female
Race
Elfa
Determined | Autonomous | Confident | Cunning | Resourceful
Rebellious| Obstinate | Spiteful | Hateful | Isolated | Secretive | Itinerant
Background
Fae was born to be the head of the Jilan Fashion Company, one of the most famous and glorious brands. Everyone of her class would have heard of this brand. The connections her and her family members had were invaluable, all due to her incredible stepfather. Her father was a benevolent man. He was adaptable, strong-willed, compassionate, courageous, generous, passionate, sympathetic, sensible, even witty! Everyone else knew him as one of the most cunning businessmen in the world. The Jilan family was nothing without him, and the workers would be even less! Any ordinary person would kill to be in the family. They were nothing short of perfect. If someone had the luck to be born under their family name, they would be set for life. They wouldn't have to work for anything! Even education would be handed to them on a silver platter if their stepfather paid enough!

...is how those on the outside would describe her family. To understand how the family is now, though, you also have to understand how they were before her father appeared.

Although the family wouldn't be as prestigious, rich, or powerful without her father, it'd be false to insinuate that they would be nothing. Before Fae's stepfather married into the family, there were only three members. Fae, her mother Maria, her grandfather Léon, and her sister Lydia. The company was not world renowned as it is today, but it was known. Trustworthy and reliable, with fair work conditions and decent business practices. That was what the company was known for. Somewhere along the line, things changed. Of course, the sudden shift in business practices or the new and shady business partners that the company began to have wasn't common public knowledge. But the company's workers were well aware of it. The company began to use strategies such as cheap labor, allowing dangerous working conditions, and doing whatever it takes to destroy the competition.

This shift started because of Fae's stepfather. When her grandfather's health started to deteriorate, he needed someone to inherit the company. Fortunately for him, her mother had just married a new man, one that already had a business of his own. Her husband had more knowledge of running a business than she did, meaning that it was fairly simple for the husband to convince Léon to allow him to inherit the company. Not only was there a shift in the company's practices, there was a shift in the family as well.

The moment her stepfather inherited the company, he had changed. Until then he was a kind and loving father. He did whatever he could to support his children. He provided the family with whatever they needed. Spending time with him was fun for Fae and her sister, oftentimes it was the favorite part of their days. But as soon as the company was his, he turned cold. Arrogant. Manipulative. He paid little to no mind to how his children actually felt, nor did he spend time with them. To make his children stop talking about him, he paid them. When money didn't work, it turned to threats of disownment. When even that didn't work, it would escalate to harming them. Anything to force them to like him. Anything to win.

Her mother also changed, but not in the same way. She became scared. Scared of what would happen if she tried to stop him. The company was more powerful than it ever was before. If she attempted to get rid of her husband, what would happen then? All of the safety her family had would come crashing down. And if her husband wasn't afraid to do anything to win, what would he do to her? His own wife? This stress began to build up. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something about him, she couldn't just sit and watch her children suffer because of his actions!

So she tried.




Fae was born to be the head of the Jilan Fashion Company, one of the most famous and glorious brands. Her childhood, however, wasn't as simple as being trained to inherit the company. This was due in part to the condition of her family. It started out with her mother and stepfather arguing at night, when they thought their daughter wouldn't hear. Then the two became increasingly distant. Dinners turned from a lively, carefree occasion to being tense and full of spite. Enjoyable times spent with her father became scarcer and scarcer. The time spent with her mother ceased to exist. Instead, it turned to finding empty alcohol bottles everywhere. The more Fae found, the more her mother disappeared. If Fae wanted to see her, she started having to go to the hospital rather than simply going to her mother's room. Soon, there were no more chances to visit her.

Anguish, confusion, and feelings of melancholy all turned to anger. Anger directed to her stepfather, for taking her mother away from her. Anger directed to the company, for taking the father figure she used to know and turning him into a villain. Anger directed at herself, for being too weak to stop him. As a result of this anger, she began to reject the thought of inheriting the company. Her habits of angrily talking back to her stepfather and wandering the manor were answered with guards watching her bedroom door, prohibiting her from getting out of her room unless it was for school or if her stepfather requested it. Unfortunately for her stepfather, she had no place in her heart for fear. No matter what he would do to her, she refused to comply with her. As a result, she lost quite a bit of monetary support from her father.

This made her work harder. This made her different from all of the prestigious, gifted students. Everything that she has, she's been forced to work for. Many of the opportunities that she found in school weren't just given to her because of her name, but because of her accomplishments that she's sacrificed so much blood, sweat, and tears for. What people saw as a natural gift in sciences and athletics were, to her, a result of her venting out her anger. Being an exceptionally high-scoring student in several fields, it was no surprise that Kurtzpel was the University she was accepted into. To many, she was simply chosen because of her name. She was determined to prove them wrong.

When she had died, her last thoughts were more of disappointment rather than sadness or regret. How would her stepfather be able to see her succeed if she was dead?

If anything, a name change was in order.
Extras
Often wants to prove to others that she can do things by herself.
Has trouble working with a team.



Notable Items
Forest's Cloak - A forest green hooded cloak. Allows the hero to temporarily disappear in everything else's eyes, at the cost of the hero's stamina. The hero must first flourish the cloak before its use is activated. When used, it leaves three green leaves at the spot of use. Duration of invisibility is based on both stamina and intellect.

Mask of the Wanderer - A black mask that covers the space around the eyes. The right side is made of snakeskin.

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Sta: 4
Str: 2
Dex: 9
Int: 9
Fai: 1
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Physical Abilities
Reflexes - Tiki has the ability to sense things much better than most others. She can also react to changes in her surroundings incredibly quickly. This is what makes up for her less-than-legendary physical strength, and also is what buys time for her to plan her moves. A high degree of concentration is required to fully make use of this ability.


Magical Abilities
Wind Blast - Allows her to create a gust of wind from her hands or feet. The amount of power the gust of wind has can be controlled. This ability can be used to augment the force of their punches of kicks, change her momentum, and accelerate her movement.

Sensitivity - Tiki is capable of sensing the subtle changes in the air currents, which also allows her to detect approaching threats and ambushes.

Wind Blades - An move that has Tiki make a focused, slicing, crescent-shaped air wave using her arms, legs, or items like sticks, knives, and staves. The cutting power is dependent on how focused the air wave is. A weapon such as a staff will result in more precise and focused air movement, meaning it would be able to cut through things like timber. Using something like the arms or legs will result in a wave that has more striking power rather than cutting power.

Appearance
In her reborn state, Tiki is a thin, athletic woman with pale skin. Her attire consists of a cuffless, long-sleeve, black undershirt. Over top of the black shirt is a light green, décolletage short-sleeve tunic. She also wears a pair of thick black stockings and brown laced combat boots. Leather gauntlets cover not only the hands and forearms to act as arm guards, but they also cover the mark of the goddess on her right hand. Her outfit is topped off by the Forest's Cloak.


ok i was scared when i saw there was another cat faunus but i'm glad to see that the characters we have in mind are completely different
will the heroes be aware of their abilities/race and stuff or not?
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