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❝Cold as ice, rigid as a glacier, that is what they've always called me.❞
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|| Dual-Ego || Hanser ||
Ellen Winter
Narisa Evangelia Seraphim
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Nee - Itward and Aine used to call her this.
Ellie - Cress calls her this.
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16
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♀
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In the world of politics there's no room for preferences.
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Miyuki Shiba || Mahouka Kouka no Rettoussei
❝I gaze into the mirror.❞
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Even though she always stands as tall and straight as she can, she still looks short.
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Slim and lean like the noble lady she is.
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A solid dark black, imposing and strong.
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A frigid blue that could chill even your bones.
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There's a birthmark that looks something like a crown beneath her belly button.
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"What a well groomed young lady!" Most people would say if they saw Narisia Seraphim. As the one with all the hopes of the crown upon her shoulders, of course poise and etiquette would be beaten into her, without a single hair misplaced at any social gathering. When showing her face to the public she's always immaculate and emotionless, not even a flicker of light in those cold eyes of hers. There's no room for emotion when you're fit to rule the Kingdom of Ourania after all. With shining jewelry and finery to sharpen her appearance, Narisia Seraphim is always to be perfect.
Ellen Winter is what you'd call someone prim and proper. Her hair is always straight and neat, and her clothes are always well pressed and matching. A tidy young lady, was there a wild bone in her body at all? Compared to her more rambunctious cousin, Crescent, Ellen's much more restrained in both body language and dress. Naturally she's not as stiff and rigid as she used to be, but some things never truly change. Quite, mysterious, with pale skin and raven hair, you could consider Ellen to be something of a classical beauty.
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♙Where oh where could it be?♙
❥ Science | Ellie's always tinkering with something in her hands.
❥ Structure | She always needed a bit of a routine in her life.
❥ Puppies | One of the few ways to get Ellie's guard down.
❥ Intelligence | What Ellie values most in other people. [/center]
❝Look away, it's hard to see through the tears.❞
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⌦ Idiocy | How hard is it to open a book and learn?
⌦ Change | When you're used to something it's hard adapting to something else.
⌦ Invasion of Privacy | Everyone deserves a corner where they can be themselves.
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Tinker Tinker| Ellie often has bits of gizmos and gadgets fidgeting in her hands.
Foot Tap| Perhaps a leftover of her princess lineague, but she taps her foot when impatient.
Piercing Stare| She does this sometimes when she doesn't know what to say.
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⌦ Icy Heart | Ellie's not the kind of person to open up to just anybody.
⌦ Not a chameleon| This is probably the least adaptable person in the world.
⌦ Arrogance| It comes with being a Princess.
⌦ Elitist| Nee tends to look down on people who aren't as intelligent as she is.
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❥ Intellectual| After so much reading and studying, Ellie's proud of the brain in her head.
❥ Grace| There aren't many who are as elegant as Nee is.
❥ Fearless| Without a care for consequences, Ellie will do what she has to do.
❥ Technomagic| Even for the advanced society of Ourania, Nee's skill with tech is impressive.
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Alcohol and drugs| Ellie doesn't want to lose control of her mind.
Caterpillars| The way they wiggle defies science.
Stupidity| To be stupid is a fate worse than death.
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♙It beats warm and bright.♙
Sharp Witted | Unapproachable | Mysterious | Graceful | Composed | Mean
Back to the time
When I used to feel your hand in mine
Tiniest tenderness
Might it melt the ice into tears
Far from the world
That still makes both of my eyes blurred
Not a word could I say to wake up a dreamer
Call out my name
When you see the tide turn me away
Long ago buried heart
Right away torn apart
So it hurts how it lasts
Till I draw one more last final breath
Where to go when to come
Across a land bare and dark
May it be the one for all
Burning the horizon out into none
❝This is how I became me.❞
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Ashia Palace of the Untouchable Ward
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Azel Seraphim | 45 | King | Biological Father | Alive
Nirana Seraphim | 41 | Queen | Biological Mother | Alive
Leona Winter | 44 | Adopted Mother | Sister of Cress's Father | Alive
Marcus Winter | 48 | Adopted Uncle | Cress's Father | Deceased
Cress Winter | 16 | Adopted Cousin | Alive
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For a long time Narisia Evangelia Seraphim was raised on that tenet. From the beginning her mother took charge, entranced by the same very blue eyes that the queen herself possessed. King Azel was busy dealing with the war with Tartaria, so he didn't have time to intrude on the mother's training of her daughter. As Ashia's resources dwindled and it's armies continued to lose, the other noble families had doubt on Queen Narina's skill to be Queen. Was she strong enough? Did she have what it takes to support King Azel's efforts to keep Ourania strong? As the courts whispers continued to grow Narina's kind and gentle hand became harsh and cruel. Her warmth became cold, and Narisia was thrust into harsh training to become an heir to prove everyone wrong. "You can't play with toys." Narina would say, slapping the toys away. "You can't play games. You must become proper, or they'll never respect you." Little Narisia was forced to grow up or face the whip's lashing punishments.
Ashia was not in a good state of affairs. The city was split into three tiers, The Rubble Tier where the least educated and most impoverished lived, the Blossom Tier, where those with comfortable lives looked down upon those from below, and finally, at the top of the food chain, the Untouchable Tier, for the elites, the rich, and their cohorts to make their lives. As the noble families played politics, trying to take away from one another, many eyes were on the younger generation, expecting the children to also compete with one another for authority and power. Above the rest were three standout children. Narisia Seraphim was one of them, Itward Cherubim, young scion of the Cherubim house was the second, and petite Aine Dorones with her angelic smile was the third. Rather than fight amongst each other, the three became friends, staying above all the other young nobles.
It was a lot of work and stress, but Narisia was finally earning her mother's approval. As long as she studied harder than the rest, worked harder than the rest, things would be well.
Finally, the war came to an end. There were peace talks being done between King Azel of Ashia and King Spirulus of Tartaria. They negotiated peace, and Narisia would be arranged to marry the young Prince Semyon of Tartaria, with his hair as white as snow and pale skin, like most Tartarians, they lived underground and didn't see much of the sun above their sandy ceiling. Neither Narisia nor Semyon were happy with this. She was busy learning about technology and machines, she had no time to court a Prince. And Prince Semyon was also unhappy, he was in love with someone else. But for the sake of peace and sparing more lives, the young Heirs chose to honor the decision their parents made.
Tensions continued to grow, however. Not from Tartaria, but from within Ashia's own walls. The Rubbles and the Blossoms were rising up, raging against the elite noble class. There was unrest, and populism began filling Ashia's streets. Who was leaking information to the lower tiers? Who was spreading knowledge and learning to those below? "Itward, Nee, there's a secret I haven't told either of you yet." Aine Dorones smiled, holding her hands out to them. "I'm the one teaching the Rubbles how to read, how to write. I'm going to make a better Ashia. Won't you two help me?" Itward frowned, troubled. He was afraid. "Isn't that dangerous?" But Narisia knew what had to be done. "It's a shame it had to be you, Aine. as the Princess of Ashia, I order your arrest for treason against the Crown." As Itward protested in confusion and fear, Narisia closed her heart off. Friends didn't matter, only maintaining balance did.
But the disappearance of Aine Dorones only made matters worse. What was once a peaceful enlightenment of the lower classes became a violent surge once their angel was taken away from them. It was an unstable situation, and they were all clambering for Princess Narisa to come out. Queen Narina invested a lot of time to carve and mold her into a proper successor to the throne, she couldn't just allow her to be hurt. "I'll put you to sleep." Narina said, pushing Narisia into a room. "So for now, just close your eyes."
12 year old Narisia wasn't sure what to think when she opened her eyes and found herself on a boat with a woman with golden hair on a lake. She had no memories, and could barely speak the language. "Heaven granted me a child." Leona Winter said, hugging the amnesiac child. "I'll name you Ellen, after my mother. My sister has a daughter, her name is Cress, I know you two would be best of friends."
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